My Mountie Life: I Don`t Understand, But I`ll Be Here...

What an eventful two days these have been in the life of my roommate and I! I am not even sure how to put them into words, but I will try. Before I do, just make sure you guys remind me never to show this to Kevin; he'd probably shoot me.

Sunday evening after you guys left, Kevin and I had a little bonding time (if watching TV could be called that). It was good however, just to sit down and relax. It was nothing really out of the ordinary, until evening was fully upon us. Kevin had just finished taking a shower and had come back to the room to sit on his bed. I was reading some things on my touch, but realized that he hadn't moved in some time. I suppose that's when I looked across the room to see him in tears. I was shocked, and quite frankly, I didn't know what to do. I knew I had to try and help him though, because it seemed as if a lot of things were weighing him down. I have already told you guys that my roommate and I differ slightly on the topic of religion, but there are things that transcend even those boundaries, and this was one of them. I asked him if I could pray for him, and when he didn't answer, I took that cue to do so. It was here that I told him how much he had helped me when I first came here, and that I couldn't think of having any other roommate, despite his quiet disbelieving chuckles. You think that it would be easy to voice your appreciation to someone, but try it sometime, it's extremely hard. I could peg our relationship with each other as unique, to say the least, but I think that is what will help us both out the most in the long run. I still have much yet to learn about Kevin, but I let him know that I'd be there if he needed me to be, because it's the least I can do... He has helped me this far, and I hope to say by the end of our time with each other, that I was able to help him too.