Hearing the alleged antics of Mitt Romney in highschool towards a fellow student I recall the pain I went through as a young girl in a school that did not understand pathways other than those that led to popularity and dates. I have often wondered if those who threw the barbs realized the pain it caused and how many years it took to grow scar tissue over such wounds. Probably not. Like Mitt Romney they would laugh nowadays when confronted with another’s more painful memory and not even recall the moment. Memory tends to be very selective.
Bullys are just that – those that bully. They feel permission in their actions. Victims sometimes become future bullys, but more often than not just remain victimized. Forgiveness is a wonderful bridge, but hard to construct. The river of divide runs deep. It rarely dries up for a gentle crossing.
We don’t live in heaven. Here on earth there is no happily ever after.