Her name was Sarah. But we rarely ever called her that. We called her lots of names, but never Sarah.And I'd like to say that I was the hero. That I swooped in, a true Christian savior, and told all the other kids where they could shove their criticism. I'd like to tell you that I lead a prayer meeting and revival, and that we all held hands and sang"Kumbaya."I was the mean girl. I was the one passing time by passing ugly notes. I pointed and laughed.
My first instinct was to get defensive. I was not at all the same girl at 32 as I was at 12. So much had happened in 20 years. How could she still be angry? She wrote me back and said she was crying. She said she was bullied from kindergarten to high school."Time passes, but the memories stay," she wrote. And then she forgave me. She didn't have to, but she did.
What most don't realize is that small-town Christian schools are where the expelled kids end up. They were expelled for a reason.
Thank you for opening the dialogue for others.
To the girls who bullied me at school: I hope you get the clap😡
Huh, people change. What a strange concept these days. Good for you. I hope Sarah was not damaged because of the bullying.
I had a teacher bully me and by proxy, the class as well. I hope he's dead.
I accept your apology . Thx