Bullies

It's Tuesday...Tuesday's don't get a lot of attention, they are just there-another day to "get through". I was with my friend the other night and we started talking about this guy we went to grade school with. He was not very nice to me, in fact-he was a bully. My friend and I have been friends since the first grade, and in all that time, I never shared with her the names he used to call me. I was so embarrassed as a kid and somehow his torment made me embarrassed. Why is that? I had done nothing, and yet I was the one that felt awful. I used to wish he would know what it felt like to be me and to have someone tease and bully the way that he did. As an adult, I know that he either was bullied also, or was just a bully. I hope that my kids have not been bullied and I hope that if they are, they would come to me. What is it in someones heart that is missing that they think it is ok to hurt someone that way. What is going through your mind when you make a conscious decision to harm someone else and yet you find enjoyment in this? I have seen adults harass and bully in the workplace. I am still astounded at their attitude of self-righteousness, total lack of self-awareness and my feeling of being powerless in the face of it. Maybe that is the beginning of evil. It starts by being a bully-preying on one another's weakness, or perceived weakness. Slowly, bit by bit you die inside. Everyone will see you for what you are-a weak, mean bully. A coward. My friend-she had the same experience with the same kid. We never told each other until the other night. How could we spend so much time giving that horrible person so much power in our lives-long after it was over? Guess what...it's over