I don't know what triggered my childhood memories while at work today. Perhaps it was the not so fast surgeon, allowing me plenty of time to stare into space while scouting. I was bullied from Primary through to Secondary school. In Primary School, the girls were the vicious ones with their name callings & disparaging remarks. In Secondary School, the boys took it even further. They made retching noises when I walked past. I was allocated a seat in the back of the class by the teacher. Once, when the teacher returned our exercise books (to be passed down from the front), each boy took turns spitting inside my exercise book. The awful name callings. The "cool" girls just laughed at my misfortune.
But I was a quiet, awkward teenager. All I wanted was to be included. To be liked. To have friends. Even if they're not sincere.
If only I knew, that in this world, consumed by greed & violence, being popular is the least important thing of all.
If only I knew, that in the end, the only thing that really matters is kindness.
If only I knew, that even if it's not a big deal for you, it could mean the world to the person receiving your words or acts of kindness.
If only I knew. I would have started younger, creating a life of true value. If only I knew.
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