falling

As I was sitting in the hallway, waiting for class to start, I saw this little crumbled dried up leaf on the ground close to where i was sitting. As people were walking by the leaf every one walked over the leaf or kicked it but mo one ever stepped on it and crushed it. So i got to thinking what if we are kinda like the leaf: we fall and get hurt(in the leaf's case dried up), and everyone tip toes around our feelings and breezes by but no one comes and steps on us and puts us out of our misery(or helps us with our problems). Nevertheless there is always that one person that cares about us enough to take it upon them self to step on us and help, at least they were kind enough to stop and admire our colors for who we are.