Never be bullied into silence. Never allow yourself to be made a victim. Accept no one's definition of your life, but define yourself. Harvey S. Firestone

The people with whom you work reflect your own attitude. If you are suspicious, unfriendly and condescending, you will find these unlovely traits echoed all about you. But if you are on your best behavior, you will bring out the best in persons with whom you are going to spend most of your waking hours.

Some people get spiritual because they see the light and some people get spiritual because they feel the heat!

How do you know if you're truly a servant? See how you react the next time someone treats you like one.

Wednesday, February 9, 2011

National Bullying Day

The 2nd Wednesday of February (today) is recognized as The National Stop Bullying Day.

I don't approve of bullying in any way. Whether it's at school, work, sports or any other form. The situation between Anobiter (a blog author) and Mzchief (a local blog commentor) was an example. Mzchief bullied Anobiter into shutting her blog down using things that Anobiter had posted on her blog. The content (right or wrong) was used as a tool to bully her into submission. Another mysterious blog was created to bash Mzchief using her personal information in an attempt to stop her from bullying. Both situations were bullying in the internet/web world form.
In researching this topic I discovered tales on Facebook and other Social internet sites that have went gone so far with bullying in this form, as to cause the death (via suicide) to the person being bullied. Situations like these need to be addressed and acted upon accordingly.
When I was 13 years old, my parents bought a new house out in Spring Texas, near what was then, the brand new Houston Intercontinental Airport. I started my freshman year out at a brand new school. I was the new kid on the block. I didn't know anyone, and made friends quickly. There was one kid that was a bully. He wasn't any bigger than me, but he was "a jock". I wasn't. He didn't bother me much, but he did others. One day while we were doing trampoline exercises in the gym, he reached out and grabbed my leg as I was on my way down from a jump, causing me to fall. Luckily I didn't get hurt, but I was pissed. One of my friends and I talked about it later and the next day when he was in the process of pulling his shirt off over his head, I took advantage of the timing and promptly kicked his ass. I hit him as many times as I could, as fast as I could, and as hard as I could. He never knew what happened till one of the coaches pulled me off of him and he got his shirt off. I got sent to the principals office, smiling the whole way. He NEVER bothered me again and to the best of my knowledge, anyone else either.
I don't reccomend handling these situations like I did, or handling any situation with violence, but I handled it the way things got handled in those days. Now it's different. Now it could be a gun. It could be gang retaliation. It could be people just starting rumors, or it could be someone saying ONE thing about you on Facebook or Myspace that could wreck someones life.
Remember today for what it is and try to help stop this bullying that has become so common in our culture. It must be stopped. It must not be tolerated.
Thanks for reading.....WW

4 comments:

Anonymous said...

There are incidents of bullying all around us. In fact, many parents teach their children to be bullies by making loud, obnoxious comments about other people in public themselves. I just sent an e-mail to Dear Abby about an incident I recently witnessed at my local Salvation Army store in which a mother loudly complained in front of her children about the “horrible” smell and that the smell must have been caused by the shoes that another customer was wearing, which were worn and discolored. Later in the day, it occurred to me that what I had really witnessed was an incidence of bullying and that this mother was actually teaching her children how to be bullies. I remember thinking that it was too bad that I couldn’t report that mother to DHS for child abuse. After all, teaching your children how to be bullies (or other forms of bigotry) is just as much a form of child abuse as is anything else.

Answers? I don't know the questions. said...

I had a similar experience. Since my dad was in the army, we moved around alot. When I was a freshman in high school, I moved to a new school and went out for basketball. The school bully was also on the team. He had been pushing me around in practice and I finally got enough. When I'm pushed too far, my "give a crap" becomes disconnected. I have matured since then (some would say not near enough) and have learned to recognize when I'm headed for a short out. The kid and I went for a loose ball and he started to elbow me out of the way. We were going full speed and I managed to get him in a head lock and ran him into a wall. I thought at the time the fight would be on but he got up without saying a word and never bothered me again. An amusing postscript was 4 or 5 years after high school, I was on a date with a girl in another town. The old bully stormed into her apartment making threats about what he was going to do to her date. When I came out of the bathroom and saw who her date was, he became as meek as a lamb.

Kathleen... said...

~ Never be bullied into silence. Never allow yourself to be made a victim. Accept no one's definition of your life, but define yourself. ~ Harvey S. Firestone

Kathleen says...Amen. ;-)

RPM said...

I had a similar bullying story when I moved from Bridgeport to Chico. Freshman year I was walking to the Ag Barn and the bully (who had a good 50lbs on me) jumped out from behind the hedges and stated hitting me in the back. I spun around and hit him as hard as I could right between the eyes and knocked him out.

Never had any problems with bullies after that.

One of my favorite new shows is Bully Beatdown on MTV2. They bring in bullies and match them against professional MMA fighters. Usually the bully is very humbled and apologetic to his victims by the end of the show.