People that know me here, know that I hate to see others get picked on. There is a reason behind that, and here it is.
When I was around 14 years old I was part of the "in crowd" at school. We all thought we were the coolest. We use to hang out together and really do everything together. Well there was this one kid name "Keith". He was I guess what people would call a geek. He wasn't good at sports, he didn't dress like everyone else. He just didn't fit in.
We decided that we were going to pick on him, I guess just because he was different, or at least we thought he was. We made this poor kids life a living hell for the entire year. I knew it was wrong but I went along with everyone else. I even got in some harassing of my own, I'm sorry to say. The next year when we came back after summer vacation, one of the girls at school told us about how he tried to kill his mom with a knife during the summer. Everybody got a big laugh out of it, except me. I couldn't help but think that we pushed him over the edge. I know were not the sole cause of his problems, but we damn sure didn't help. He ended up in a mental hospital, and what happened afterwards, I don't know.
After that I decided that I would never be a part of that kind of mess again. I also decided that I would stand up for people that I thought were being mistreated. I know that it doesn't make up for the pain that I helped cause this boy, but maybe it helps give me a little peace of mind. That is one of the big things in my life that I would change if I could.
When I was around 14 years old I was part of the "in crowd" at school. We all thought we were the coolest. We use to hang out together and really do everything together. Well there was this one kid name "Keith". He was I guess what people would call a geek. He wasn't good at sports, he didn't dress like everyone else. He just didn't fit in.
We decided that we were going to pick on him, I guess just because he was different, or at least we thought he was. We made this poor kids life a living hell for the entire year. I knew it was wrong but I went along with everyone else. I even got in some harassing of my own, I'm sorry to say. The next year when we came back after summer vacation, one of the girls at school told us about how he tried to kill his mom with a knife during the summer. Everybody got a big laugh out of it, except me. I couldn't help but think that we pushed him over the edge. I know were not the sole cause of his problems, but we damn sure didn't help. He ended up in a mental hospital, and what happened afterwards, I don't know.
After that I decided that I would never be a part of that kind of mess again. I also decided that I would stand up for people that I thought were being mistreated. I know that it doesn't make up for the pain that I helped cause this boy, but maybe it helps give me a little peace of mind. That is one of the big things in my life that I would change if I could.
