What do you say? It's been about four years since I was last in high school, and the business of college makes the memory of being bullied seem like it was another person. There are time when it is fresh. I suppose it started in 7th grade. My brother and I were the outsider coming into a new private school, and the kids there made sure we knew it. Being called fat, dumb, ugly, and just about every profanity in the book was common. Not that I was totally innocent. When I found out another boy was picking on my brother I recall punching him in the nose until he bled. 
   After that year our family moved again, but this time we entered public school. It was a whole other ball game. Not to mean the bullying was worse, but rather intensified by numbers. I was thankfully able to befriend fellow outsiders like myself, but that did not stop the bullying or me going home to pick myself apart for not being good enough. It got to the point that I became apathetic and suicidal. I did cut and on two different occasions I stood on the edge of a tall building thinking that life wasn't worth it. That on the pros and cons list of my life, it would be better to die than to keep on. 
   But there is hope. I got saved at 16. I had looked around and had told God that if He was really the God of the universe like He said, that He would have to take control of my life or I would end it. And He did.
         I would just like to end pointing out something that a great man, Theodore Roosevelt said in his Man in the Arena speech, "It is not the critic who counts; not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles, or where the doer of deeds could have done them better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood; who strives valiantly; who errs, who comes short again and again, because there is no effort without error and shortcoming; but who does actually strive to do the deeds; who knows great enthusiasms, the great devotions; who spends himself in a worthy cause; who at the best knows in the end the triumph of high achievement, and who at the worst, if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who neither know victory nor defeat."

To those who read this, it is better to keep on living. There is hope, a light in the dark, and when you want to give up look to those who love you and lift your heads, straighten your backs, and never ever give up.