Patrick Accident

My story about the name Patrick is dedicated to my friend from Rudolf Steiner School in Düsseldorf. Patrick was Justin's friend, and we spent our puberty together. We were driving Patrick's small motorcycle, which was always a lot of fun. Patrick, like his siblings, played very well at basketball. When I became more engaged in my vaulting sport, I had to groom and make sacrifices by not being able to spend time with them. My school classmates, including Patrick, began to crowd me, leaving us separated and distant. Also, my hypersensitivity and homosexual eccentricity were a bully, and it felt like desertion. When I'd had enough, I told Patrick that I hoped a Nazi came and trampled him to death. It was a scandal, and I was called a racist. Justin was also quite upset with me, and our friendship never truly healed. I recall feeling quite humiliated in front of my father about not having any boys as pals anymore. My father didn't like many of my friends, but he liked Justin and Patrick and helped us with the motorcycle. I never discussed the dispute with my parents and instead focused on my athletics. In Group Therapy, I was discussing the mobbing event and began to cry out of embarrassment. Patrick struggled in school due to his hyperactivity. He left school after a while, but is now a doctor. What is your story about word accidents and the name Patrick?