3 thoughts on “Show this to your children. Please. So they may never grow up to be bullies. Or bullied.”
Wowww….(wiping tears) this is powerful! How do I reblog this? (Doh.) (K, I think I have to hit “Press This”.) Well this is really incredible, and I think it tells the story of every underdog and former “tortured kid in school” such as myself. I was a bedwetter until 14 (you can imagine what that did for my social life) and was labeled “Stinky” for a decade. I was poor, and brutalized by my classmates: kicked, punched, hit, spit on, and so on. I also lost two of my kids to the system- one of them was poisoned against me. (But hey, the foster mom was raking in the dough, so…you know…) I was brutalized/victimized by the system that swore to “protect the children”. (Those of us who have lost our children to the system know that it’s a money-game, and everybody but the parents and kids fatten their pockets.) That was 20 years ago. After a life of horror and tragedies (and that’s just the beginning), I wrote a children’s book so that other kids would learn to “not bully”. My revenge on the world and the system was to become a better person, and grow from every lash upon my back. I also became engrossed in helping the homeless, and so I have. I was invited back to the very school I was tortured in, as a children’s book author, and to read my book (“Peanut Butter Soup”) to the very kids of the kids who bullied me. I was able to tell their children, in my own words (literally!) that bullying other kids is so messed up- and that there are healthier ways to express their inferiorities. It was a life-changing day.
Thanks for sharing this- I think it’s brilliant, and it’s a pleasure to meet you. xo
tekArtist 
Wowww….(wiping tears) this is powerful! How do I reblog this? (Doh.) (K, I think I have to hit “Press This”.) Well this is really incredible, and I think it tells the story of every underdog and former “tortured kid in school” such as myself. I was a bedwetter until 14 (you can imagine what that did for my social life) and was labeled “Stinky” for a decade. I was poor, and brutalized by my classmates: kicked, punched, hit, spit on, and so on. I also lost two of my kids to the system- one of them was poisoned against me. (But hey, the foster mom was raking in the dough, so…you know…) I was brutalized/victimized by the system that swore to “protect the children”. (Those of us who have lost our children to the system know that it’s a money-game, and everybody but the parents and kids fatten their pockets.) That was 20 years ago. After a life of horror and tragedies (and that’s just the beginning), I wrote a children’s book so that other kids would learn to “not bully”. My revenge on the world and the system was to become a better person, and grow from every lash upon my back. I also became engrossed in helping the homeless, and so I have. I was invited back to the very school I was tortured in, as a children’s book author, and to read my book (“Peanut Butter Soup”) to the very kids of the kids who bullied me. I was able to tell their children, in my own words (literally!) that bullying other kids is so messed up- and that there are healthier ways to express their inferiorities. It was a life-changing day.
Thanks for sharing this- I think it’s brilliant, and it’s a pleasure to meet you. xo
LikeLike
Thanks for sharing. And I’m glad you were able to see the light and make such great things out of such terrible experiences. You are an inspiration!
LikeLike
Likewise. ;)
LikeLike