Yesterday was my birthday and for the first time, I liked/loved or commented to everyone who took the time to wish me happy birthday. That was a lot. It was well over 400 people! Most of the people were folks I know in Detroit, back home. While thanking people I noticed 4 people who are now my Facebook friends once bullied me as a child. They bullied me because I was dark skinned; bullied me because my grandmother pressed my hair too straight; bullied me because I was smart and wouldn't play with them on the playground. You name it. I'm sure they felt bullying me was no big deal and they had their reasons for not liking me. For the first time in a long time, I remembered what it felt like to be scared to walk home from school because my bullies might catch me and make me run home to safety. Or that thiey might be waiting for me in an alley I had to pass to get home. I'm 57 now, and that was a long long time ago. Just imagine a child today being bullied. They live in fear ...
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