I don't recall serious heartache or sadness during my first 10 years of life. But in 5th grade, all that changed. This was my story and my thoughts on bullying.
Bullying. Its aftermath is rarely less than tragic. Some kids even die. When they do, their stories take over the media. It’s a good money-maker for the industry. Everybody loves to hate bullies. But what about the kids who outlive it? What about the kids that have experienced endless torment at the hands of their peers and survived? Are they less than notable? Does it take seeing the blood on one’s hands before we step in and put the same kind of emphasis on these kids as we do their dead counterparts? Must we see caskets being lowered into the ground before we really explore the problem?
I'm a little peeved right now. Who am I kidding? I'm really peeved right now. I'll get to that. First, I thought I'd better clarify a couple things...
I felt a need to post a follow-up tonight to the last two bullying posts. While the majority of the response to both posts has...
After publishing a memoir about the bullying I received, thousands of comments poured in. Some were heart breaking. others broke my heart in a totally different way.
I don't recall any serious heartache or sadness during my first 10 years of life. But in 5th grade, all that changed. This was my story and my thoughts on bullying.