Bullying Can Be a Miracle

I believe that uplifting others and standing up for the ones being bullied is important.

Bullying has been an influential key point in my life. After I was labeled simple and petty names including: "four-eyes, bug-eyes, and nerd," the punishment of imperfection gradually increased to idiotic remarks like: "ugly, fat, attention seeker, and religious freak." Yes, I am a deep lover of Christ and enjoy studying, but not all of these immature put-downs were absolutely necessary. They all somehow taught me to love being Tess. I had to get over the fact that not all people are considerate. Some just are not caring toward others. I am me, and I trust God has a plan for all of the hardships that have and will continue to overwhelm my life.

When I was being taunted, I had a few friends who went out of their way just to help me. I did not realize that I had people in my life that actually listened to what I thought. I believed I was alone, but that was the most wrong conclusion I have ever made. All of these kind people and their actions taught me to stand up for others like we were always told to do as reverent youth.

 As my days of being indignantly bullied eased, I quickly learned to stand up for others. My friend, a boy of odd nature, began to feel the pains of bullying. He wanted to give up on life but as far as I was concerned, that was not going to happen. I did what I could do for him. I uplifted him with praise; I even invited him to participate in activities he would normally escape from. His sorrow briskly faded into joy, and I could not keep a smile off of the guy which made me feel warm and fuzzy inside.  I realized his drug was happiness, not a girlfriend or food or a cut on his wrist. He was better than all of that all because I said so.

I am better than the words spat at me in the deserted hallway, the brutal back-stabbing incidents throughout each of my classes, and the loneliness that I tried to fill with objects and people not worth my time.  I will no longer remain hidden, remorseful, as if I am inhuman.  I can look back on the past nostalgically because I know how it feels to be triumphant against the battle of overcoming depression and bullies.  I believe in helping to aware the community about the threatening feeling of these alien, vicious men and women.