It was a normal day. I was web-swinging through the city. The view never gets old. I land on a telephone pole to think about what to do. Suddenly I hear a kid crying. I spot a boy sitting on a chair with a backpack holding his hands to his face trying to hide the tears. He looked like a teenager.

"What is wrong with him?" I think to myself.

I jump down from the pole and walk towards the kid. I place my hand on his shoulder.

"What is wrong kid?"

"Y-Y-Y-Y0u're Spider-Man!"

"In the flesh. What is your name?"

"Abraham."

"Abraham tell me what is wrong with you."

Abraham hands me his iPhone. It displays a Tweet that says, "Why don't you do the world a favor and kill yourself? No one is going to miss you." Another Tweet says, "Hey why do you keep living? You have no purpose in this world you freak!"

Words cannot describe the amount of rage that was consuming me. I look at Abraham with sadness.

"Why do you read these? Do they define you as a person?"

Abraham shrugs his shoulders.

"I guess."

I couldn't believe what I just heard.

"No they don't. A wise man once told me that other people's words can only hurt you if you let them. Nothing can define you as a person except you."

"But all of my life I have made mistakes. What if they're right? What if I have nothing to contribute? What if I am just a loser?"

I put my hands on his shoulders.

"I may not know much about you but you're not a loser. I know what it's like to be bullied."

"But have you ever been bullied because of the way you look or act."

I look down in sadness.

"Yes."

"These kids have already caused a friend of mine to commit suicide."

"What was his name?"

Abraham starts crying.

"Kyle."

I wipe the tears from his cheeks.

"It's alright. You two were pretty close eh."

"He was one of the only people at school that accepted me for who I am."

"Well I bet that Kyle would want you to stand up for yourself and believe that you are more than what they say."

"DON'T YOU DARE PREACH TO ME ABOUT MY WORTH! I HAVE ALREADY HAD PEOPLE TELL ME ABOUT WHAT I CAN AND CANNOT DO!"

"Okay okay. Just please calm down."

Abraham starts crying again.

"I feel so embarrassed and afraid."

"It's going to be alright. I promise to help you through this."

"Really?"

"Absolutely and if you ever need me just text to this number."

I write my number on a sheet of paper and hand it to him. I give him a pat on the shoulder and leave.