I remember this one time when we kept on teasing a friend of ours, because her reactions were simply interesting. We were poking fun at her, but then suddenly, she broke down. She started crying, and when she left that was when an adult told us about her current situation. And that was when we understood. We were in the wrong. So, we apologized to her afterwards.
Back when I was in grade school, I became a target for bullying all because of a misunderstanding. Some of my classmates kicked my bag while I wasn’t around, causing the precious things my mom sent me to get broken. I remember someone fanning me with the trashcan’s lid. I remember getting mocked. I remember losing friends. I suppose that was when I started to really detach myself. I participated less. The trust I had in people started to diminish. My thoughts became bad. I wasn’t the type who would calmly approach the bully and say, “I want you to stop what you’re doing, because you’re hurting me.”
Instead, I wrote my feelings down. It wasn’t enough. I began to have these fantasies of hurting those people who hurt me, and it made me feel more miserable.
It took me years to recover. I’m still recovering now. But by grace I will pull through.
So, I promised myself to never become a bully. But of course, I failed. There are times when I subconsciously become one. And the first paragraph proves this fact. Through that situation I learned to watch my words carefully. I learned to guard the things that I should say. We’re all entitled to our own opinions, but we should be sensitive enough to know if we’d make or break the person in the process. We should understand that though not all opinions are the same, they deserve the equal amount of respect.
There is a fine line between rebuking a person out of love and shaming him for your own glory.
Fools have no interest in understanding; they only want to air their own opinions.
- Proverbs 18:2