Once in 7th grade math class, I told my friend Richard he was fat. It was completely unprovoked, and motivated by my adolescent desire to mask my own insecurity with an assertion of power. I regretted the words just as they landed on my friend’s shocked and hurt face. Later, apologies were made, but nothing could actually undo the words.
I'd like to think that I have grown into a more mature, loving person since then. Yet I still have moments of saying hurtful things to people. Every time this happens, I remember the look on Richard's face. And I pray that I can do better next time.
I'd like to think that I have grown into a more mature, loving person since then. Yet I still have moments of saying hurtful things to people. Every time this happens, I remember the look on Richard's face. And I pray that I can do better next time.
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