Wimp or Warrior (by Len Winneroski)


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Bullies stink. Thank God I grew up in a loving home with parents and a brother who always stuck up for me. It’s not easy growing up in this fallen world as a short, fat boy with red hair and freckles. Kids can be mean and I was the butt of many jokes and teases. When I was in elementary school I remember having a crush on one of the little girls that rode my bus. One day I worked up the courage to ask her if she wanted to be my girlfriend. She smiled politely, looked me in the eye, and told me that I was a nice boy but that she couldn’t be my girlfriend because I was too fat. It still stings writing that last sentence all these year later. I get it though. She was trying to protect her own fragile heart. Bullying is like cancer…

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