Difference Makers

I hadn’t planned on posting today but in light of my last post on bullying I had to share this with you.

While I was looking for photo’s of my brother(the one I wrote about in my last post)to use for a surprise birthday party we are having for him next weekend, I came across a poem written and used by my daughter during high school, in her campaign against bullying.

Bless her big beautiful tender heart.

I am so thankful I saved it.

I don’t think it was a coincidence that I found it today.

With tears I share her young words with you.

You

Someone among you cried themselves to sleep.

They paid that price on someone’s expense and I promise it wasn’t cheap.

Maybe it wasn’t you, but you watched and smiled and did not say a word.

But you said a lot with words that others may not have heard.

But that “someone” noticed and it hurt a lot.

As all those tears inside of them they may have fought.

They prayed that you would say something to make it all go away.

But you did not do that; those words could have been easy to say.

Why didn’t you just tell them to stop and that’s enough?

Were you just scared or did you just want to seem tough?

But you’re not better than the one who said it all.

So next time that you see it, will you stand up tall?

To maybe stop those tears that did not have to fall.

Because it only takes one person to put up a fight.

Than that someone won’t have to hurt and cry when they should be asleep at night.

You can do this by joining my group that I call S. T. O. P.

Because to all of those “someone's” it would really mean a lot.

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Her words make me cry for all those that know this hurt all too well…for those that cry themselves to sleep at night because of meanness.

I cried as I read your comments to my last post. I cried for all of you,  your children or loved ones that know this pain. I am so sorry.

I pause in silence and prayer as I think of the families suffering in grief over the loss of a loved one, due to their committing suicide over being bullied. I cry for them. 

My daughters simple words, written some years ago, speak volumes and make me very proud…very proud of her many efforts to make a difference.

I am absolutely positive that she touched her peers lives with her efforts.

She is a difference maker.

And it makes me think of my other children who are just like her, even if they don’t articulate it in the same manner as her…they are difference makers nonetheless.

Here’s to all the difference makers in our world. Here’s to putting a stop to this hideous crime of bullying…in all shapes and forms.

Here’s to each one of us being a difference maker by standing up to the bullies and for those being bullied, and teaching it to our children, grandchildren, and any children we know,  so that, in my daughters words, “…that someone won’t have to hurt and cry when they should be asleep at night.”

Hope you and yours are having a nice day doing something that puts a smile on your face.

Until next time, love and hugs, Lori