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I was bullied a lot as a kid, mostly due to the fact that I was insecure and took everything way too personally and really let people get to me when I should have brushed it off of my shoulder. One of the worst was a kid named Kenny. Kenny would orchestrate bullying. He'd get his buddies to rag on me, too. For seven years, the dude made me feel like crap on a constant basis.
Flash forward about seven years after I graduated high school. I managed to start hanging out with an old high school bud and asked him 'Hey, whatever happended to Kenny?' Turns out he lived down the street. I decided to go there and give him what for. I had all those years of resentment stuck inside me and had never really let them go.
We went over and the first thing Kenny did-before I could even get a word out-was start apologizing to me. I was dumbstruck, all those words I was going to say, all the pent up anger disappeared.
He said that he'd gone into the military and learned what it felt like to be bullied by others. He said he felt really bad about all the shit he'd put me through and had been worried i'd committed suicide or something, and had been looking for me, hoping to make it right.
I spent the next year getting to know Kenny and saw him in a totally different light. He'd had a rought childhood, his dad had left his mom and his mom had been an alcoholic. We became really good friends, he was one of the best friends i've ever had.
A year later, I got woken up at 3am. It was a call from our friend. Kenny had had a heart attack and died. Turns out he had a congenital heart defect and had had a hole in his heart and it had been growing larger over the previous year.
I'm not religious or anything but this is one of the reasons why I believe in forgiveness and second chances. Getting to know Kenny again helped me grow as a person.
Flash forward about seven years after I graduated high school. I managed to start hanging out with an old high school bud and asked him 'Hey, whatever happended to Kenny?' Turns out he lived down the street. I decided to go there and give him what for. I had all those years of resentment stuck inside me and had never really let them go.
We went over and the first thing Kenny did-before I could even get a word out-was start apologizing to me. I was dumbstruck, all those words I was going to say, all the pent up anger disappeared.
He said that he'd gone into the military and learned what it felt like to be bullied by others. He said he felt really bad about all the shit he'd put me through and had been worried i'd committed suicide or something, and had been looking for me, hoping to make it right.
I spent the next year getting to know Kenny and saw him in a totally different light. He'd had a rought childhood, his dad had left his mom and his mom had been an alcoholic. We became really good friends, he was one of the best friends i've ever had.
A year later, I got woken up at 3am. It was a call from our friend. Kenny had had a heart attack and died. Turns out he had a congenital heart defect and had had a hole in his heart and it had been growing larger over the previous year.
I'm not religious or anything but this is one of the reasons why I believe in forgiveness and second chances. Getting to know Kenny again helped me grow as a person.
you have perfectly captured my life philosophy in this poem: don't let things get you down, enjoy life. love everyone no matter who they are. And no matter how bad it gets it WILL get better. Btw, one small issue, I'm not sure "deckage" is a word. I'm just kind of a grammar nazi and I have an uncontrollable urge to point these things out :P
:) Glad you like it. I know not everyone is able to feel that way but I'm grateful that it resonates with some folks at least.
deckage ˈdeckageObs.rare
[f. deck v. + -age.]
Adornment, embellishment.
1642 Lightfoot Observ. Genesis i. Wks. 1822 II. 333 The Earth..had not received as yet its perfection, beauty and deckage
(though when it comes to poetry it's OK to make up words. Example-the works of Lewis Carroll)
deckage ˈdeckageObs.rare
[f. deck v. + -age.]
Adornment, embellishment.
1642 Lightfoot Observ. Genesis i. Wks. 1822 II. 333 The Earth..had not received as yet its perfection, beauty and deckage
(though when it comes to poetry it's OK to make up words. Example-the works of Lewis Carroll)
And if everyone (or at least most people) felt that way, maybe their would not be so much war, so much hate in the world. I know I'm going off topic here, but my philosophies towards life mirror that of Budhism: the belief that all life is sacred and that only through love and acceptance can we truly achieve peace. The thing about deckage, I was basing that on the oxford ebglish dictionary.
Artistic critic is one thing. "I could have done that a lot better. Really disappointed I slacked" is one thing. "That sucks. Why do I even try? I'm just shit at this and never going to get better. All I do is fuck everything up. I'm stupid" is another. I'm doing my best to work on the first by understanding that there's always time to do it better next time and on the second by reminding myself that I do lots of good and am a kind, caring human being who deserves love and who doesn't deserve to beat himself up".
It's not easy but I have some good people in my life and i'm grateful to know folks like you and have your support. I'm getting better and learning to love myself and you're very much a part of that. Just keep that in mind when you're putting yourself down. You've had a positive impact on the lives of others. You deserve to give yourself some credit.
It's not easy but I have some good people in my life and i'm grateful to know folks like you and have your support. I'm getting better and learning to love myself and you're very much a part of that. Just keep that in mind when you're putting yourself down. You've had a positive impact on the lives of others. You deserve to give yourself some credit.
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