A week or so ago I had a friend request on Facebook from a fellow I went to public school with. I never thought much about it, just accepted it. Last night out of the blue I got this message from him - first communication in probably 32 years or more.
"I for a long time wanted to contact you and apologize for all the bullying I did to you while taking the bus to public school. I am really sorry, I hope it didn't cause any mental or physical damage. Once again I am sorry." JD
I don't really remember being particularly bullied by this individual. He was kind of a moronic goof, but in retrospect relatively harmless, as my memory serves me. As I stop and think about it, I was probably too naive to really even understand the concept of bullying, it was just a part of life. Obviously though he remembers things differently and must be going through some sort of remorse. Of course, I will write and offer forgiveness for his perceived persecution. Hopefully I can alleviate his conscience, and be part of some sort of healing process.
It does kind of restore my faith in humanity to some degree though. It takes a lot of guts to apologize and ask for forgiveness.
Kind of makes me wonder what inner demons other people wrestle with. And why do some people come to remorse, and others never give a second thought to their past actions.
Maybe in another 32 years I get regular messages like this, from all the grade 7/8's who think it is their right to abuse the supply teacher day in day out. Yep, your right, still pretty naive! After all that is not so much bullying, its more like an organized sport.
And that is about all I have to say for today.
Musings and meanderings from the Musical Gardener.