Looking back this was a time of young innocence where classmates were of every nationality and for the most part we got along.
Walking home from school, I met with opposition from some boys who didn’t like me for some reason, they always found something to pick on me.
That didn’t leave me scared for life as I let it go, my mother raised me right. “Treat people for who they are not what they look like.” These words would echo in my ears all my days.
Throughout life, I kept an open ear and a big heart, a few of my best friends were of a different race. Never holding my future friends accountable for someone else’s past mistakes of how they treated me. I got along with everyone nice to me.
I would call my eight year old self a person who was bullied. That didn’t stop me from forming new friendships from people who didn’t look like me. I moved on, growing wonderful friendships throughout the years. This would not have happened if I wasn’t learning the lessons taught by my parents.
Looking back my eight year old self, I’ve come a long way…what about you?
Tokens from different worlds….
We matter, one person at a time, change is imminent.