The bus would pull up and I'd head to the girls bathroom to change for gym. Sherry and her friends would follow me. It was never a pleasant experience. I was always kind and tried to make peace, but every day about 2 minutes before the tardy bell, Sherry and her crew would throw me in the garbage can.
I was 12 and it was 1987. We didn't have Facebook or Twitter or cell phones. We had garbage cans. Bullying was a bit old school back then but ...It was real and humiliating.
They called me Garbage Girl and told me I smelled and looked like '****'. Every day that went by, I strategized how to cope. I would sneak into the bathroom and be late to avoid Sherry. I even tried different bathrooms with a 50-50 shot I might miss the humiliation of another dump into the can.
I went home one night and told my Mom and Dad about what was happening. Appalled, my Father sat me down and explained to me I needed to fight back. "Fight back?" Above all else my parents taught me to be kind and to love everyone and to avoid fights. This time though Dad said I had the right to fight back with anyone who bullied me. The thought of doing something about it really scared me.
Einstein was famous for saying ... "The world is a dangerous place, not because of those who do evil, but because of those who look on and do nothing." If you don't take control of your destiny, someone else will.
Do something. Stand for something. Swing back. You might surprise someone, and yourself in the process.
Thanks Dad.