I lost my mother at 8 years of age and my maternal grandmother raised me.  To say the least, I was a very angry little girl.  A year later I found myself in the principal’s office because, I was the “bully.”  I was mortified, even back then.  I wasn’t raised that way and trust me; my grandmother wasn’t thrilled either.

Many years later I graduated from New York University with a Master’s Degree in Psychology of Parenthood.  Guess what I designated as my research thesis topic…  You got it – Bullying and mean-spirited behavior.  I spent a year collecting data and reading everything I could get my hands on.  I had to clear my name; just for myself. I had to prove I wasn’t a bully.  I was just angry about losing my mother. But some bully’s are angry, for many reasons, and they need our help too.  I was lucky! I had coaches, teachers and other parents who cared about me.  And with their help and my inner humiliation and resilience I never found myself in the principal’s office again.

I cried my eyes out while watching this film.