tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8997796979223624970.post9075713067075506064..comments2023-05-04T04:27:16.723-07:00Comments on StoryBird: Both SidesUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8997796979223624970.post-51017999487727433832010-04-04T19:14:29.296-07:002010-04-04T19:14:29.296-07:00A mother would say no different. If she had a bad...A mother would say no different. If she had a bad mother, or a good - either line of advice could come out, no prejudice to one side or the other. I tend to envy her. I wish I knew how to beat somebody up. And I don't blame her. They - they - keep telling us to try diplomacy. When sometimes what is required is a strong word in the language the bully understands. The Nephites were allowed to go to war to defend themselves. Sometimes the bullies don't get tired and go away. Sometimes they end up hurting you. In my case, they got moved to the high school - but not before they had made me sick to my stomach every day before school for an entire year. Not until they had left their mark on my life and my feeling about myself and about the world. I remember being afraid once or twice in my life before that - short moments. This was different. I wish I'd have beaten them up. I am not happy that I didn't.<br /><br />Later, years later, I sat next to one of them in geometry. She didn't get the math. I did. She asked for help. As if we had no history between us. And I knew I had a choice - and I chose at that point to be kind. And I explained it to her. I still wonder how she could have asked. After the hell she put me and my sister through. But I had the power then, and I used it well.<br /><br />I don't believe in revenge. But I do believe in self-defence.Khttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02040714440875408436noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8997796979223624970.post-80611861822663349532010-04-04T18:48:43.095-07:002010-04-04T18:48:43.095-07:00Oh sigh......how that girl needs a mother. Can we...Oh sigh......how that girl needs a mother. Can we all be her mother? I don't know. I find myself hoping that someone else is checking in on her everyday. I feel like we let her down...I let her down. <br /><br />Did she tell her dad she was being teased...is he too busy putting food on the table to do anything about it? <br /><br />Talk about "at risk"... this girl defines the term. What can we do? <br /><br />Sigh...Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10044067881560525225noreply@blogger.com