My heart breaks to know you felt this way in school, tears well up in my eyes as I read classmates ripped up artwork you made for your mother. It sounds like we have a couple things in common, like bus bullies and Irish tempers with a short fuse for bullies. I hate to know you were bullied because like your teacher I always thought of you as popular, intelligent, funny, talented in the arts and extremely kind. Still do.
That's sweet of you Mary. I normally don't talk about it but it explains a lot about me. What's almost funny is how the bullies remember nothing about it. Some have found Jesus and apparently they are now forgiven. I wish Jesus had asked me first!
My heart breaks to know you felt this way in school, tears well up in my eyes as I read classmates ripped up artwork you made for your mother. It sounds like we have a couple things in common, like bus bullies and Irish tempers with a short fuse for bullies. I hate to know you were bullied because like your teacher I always thought of you as popular, intelligent, funny, talented in the arts and extremely kind. Still do.
That's sweet of you Mary. I normally don't talk about it but it explains a lot about me. What's almost funny is how the bullies remember nothing about it. Some have found Jesus and apparently they are now forgiven. I wish Jesus had asked me first!