I have faded nightmares of being a bully when I was young. I don't remember the names of my victims, but I remember the anger I felt when spewing my hostility at some poor soul. I don't remember what I did, but I remember feeling powerful and in control at the expense of someone else. I grew up scared, alone and was often bullied myself. To survive, I learned to hate and to promote fear in others. It wasn't until I had children of my own, that I felt the power of unconditional love, kindness, and forgiveness. I chose love and not hate, acceptance and not cruelty, and suddenly, I was free. If you are bully, please have the courage to change. Be better than you are and not let some horrid word or action be the last thing someone remembers about you. Let yourself be free.
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