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Somebody’s Someone

Who was the last person you interacted with?

Was it positive or negative?

Being made fun of is an unfortunate reality for too many people in this world. I’ve heard that mean words are like papercuts: even though you can’t see the damage they cause, there’s a lingering sting.

Thinking back to me days as a “fat kid,” there are 2 events that really stick out in my mind:

The first put me into counseling. I was riding the bus to help with church choir practice, just another Wednesday. Two boys who were in the class above me often made it their mission to try to break me. Because I don’t like to “lose (or show weakness),” I put on a stone face and just took whatever they dished out. Day after day, they would torture me with comments about my weight. That day, it happened to be “Could you please move to the middle of the bus? You’re weighing us down.” I broke. I called my mom and told her I was absolutely at the end of my rope. Shortly after I started to see someone who introduced me to the idea of writing my thoughts down on paper.

Fast forward a few more years. I was a sophomore in high school and nearing my highest weight of 300+ pounds. I wasn’t the only person that was picked on at school; there were a few other “targets.” I remember that I was having a pretty good day, and it was just after lunch time. (At my school, people sat in the hallway to wait for the bell to ring, so they were often people-crammed by the time our break was over.) I walked towards band, past all of the juniors and seniors, and heard, “Jeepers, is it thundering outside?” I closed my eyes and hoped I had heard that wrong. When I turned around and saw everyone laughing my fears were confirmed. I…was… deflated.

With the advancements in technology, torturing another person has become easier and easier… people can be anonymous. And so hurtful. A part of me gives thanks that I was able to lose weight before things like Facebook were invented.

Now, I’m not saying that I’ve always been the nicest person to the people I’ve met. I think that at some point we’ve all been guilty of forgetting that every person is “somebody’s someone.”

The power of a kind word has played a major role in my (continued) success, in any area of life. Not only words, but a smile. It’s the easiest, simplest, cheapest way I can think of to build a person up.

As you go about your day make it your mission to be a light for others, even if you are having a rough day. “It is in giving that we receive.”

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