He sat in a chair, staring blankly at the wall. He was procrastinating, and he knew it. He should start soon, but he wasn’t all that pressed to do so. The project he was meant to do had a deadline of next week on Friday. Quite far away, making the pressure he feels to complete it almost non-existent.

So he sat, and procrastinated.

And waited and waited.

And soon, he could wait no more. He had to start. But he was so, so far behind.

He panicked and fretted.

And fretted some more.

He started to outsource, asking friends and classmates.

But all rejected helping him.

All except one.

An angel, or at least a look-alike.

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It was a blessing, having someone to help him.

And he was ever thankful.

He did eventually hand in his finished project, but it was all thanks to the help he recieved.

He started repaying his helper immediately.

He started by doing miscelaneous tasks that his helper would feel annoyed to do.

Then, he started making meals for them.

By then, years had passed, but he was still ever thankful.

He took every chance he could get to repay the kind person.

He strove to help him in ways that might not be percieved.

But eventually he recieved a shock.

His benefactor didn’t want his help any more.

He wallowed for days on end, but his sorrow didn’t shrink.

He tried to acertain what he did wrong, but was only met with deaf ears.

He asked friends and co-workers, but they all shook their heads in pity at him.

He fretted and panicked, but no answer made itself known.

It was a disaster.

His reason for living, gone.

Disapeared in one moment, distroyed beyond repair.

And so he wallowed for days on end.

But then, as if in a change of mind, an angel made itself know, or at least a look-alike.

The angel showed him what he had done wrong, and he took its advice to heart.

He strove to fix this misunderstanding, and to become once more the helper to his benefactor, his first benefactor.

And in just a few stress-inducing months of apologies, all that was misunderstood is now clear.

And so he once more became able to help the one who helped him, all those years ago.

And he is ever thankful.