My Forgiveness Story He was my high school bully, he was one of many. He stood out because he could reach the most vulnerable parts of me, the places where I still expressed hope and confidence, and make them seem ugly. I transferred schools because of him, and the next year he was there, the
This morning I was struck by the realization that while the internet can be a volatile and scary place, there are some people who have discovered safe little corners where they can connect with others and feel safe enough to share their lives and their stories. I find sharing online tremendously difficult and often feel embarrassed by it,
“You are not a mess
You are brave for trying”
Vulnerability is noble, but it’s not easy. The war-torn path behind me indicates I have made many messes and many mistakes, but is that such a bad thing? Or do the courageous and brave get confused with the meek?