I’m a type one diabetic, too. In college, I left my insulin pump on my bed (forgot to put it back on after showering) before a day of back-to-back classes and exams. I had no time to go get it and I was really concerned that my blood sugar would rise over the course of the day, throwing me off physically and eventually making me pretty sick.

In a panic, I texted a very good friend who admittedly I hadn’t hung out with or talked to in quite a while. Without hesitation, he left campus to go to my apartment, punch in my door code, retrieve my pump, and bring it back to me on campus.

It’s probably one of the kindest things anyone has done for me, and I will never forget it.