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R.E.S.P.E.C.T.

       This past week I've been worried teaching high school students.
Mainly because in high school I didn't treat people the way I should have. I belittled, disrespected, and sometimes bullied. I laughed at others expense, because I thought it made me a better person. In high school I had the friends, support, and crowd that surrounded me to make me feel better about my choices. But everyone graduates, and everyone grows up.
These are not moments that I am proud of, but I have used the past 3 years to change, and make up for it. At least I am trying.


     Treat others the way that you would want to be treated. There is a reason it's called the golden rule. That is because it is worth so much value, and yet rarely found.
Can you imagine what this world would be like if those who belittled kept silent.
Or those who laugh at someone else's expense, chose to find real humour that didn't hurt someone.
What about those bullies? If they just kept their hands, and mouths to themselves.
Imagine what this world would be like.
Peaceful.
Happy.
Filled with love.

I'm not perfect at this. I still lose my temper, I swear, and sometimes get upset and vent. But that doesn't change the fact that I try. I try to separate myself from who I was in high school.

It doesn't make me a better person to put someone else down. 
Calling someone fat doesn't make me skinnier.
Saying someone is stupid, doesn't make me smarter. 

These actions, though the popular route, are not the way that this life is meant to be lived. 
It's not nice. 
It doesn't help anyone. 
It's most certainly not Christ like. 

Those who are reading this: 
I promise you, that hurting others, does not lift yourself up. You will regret it. It will hurt, and haunt you. Take this Christmas season to make the change. Even if just a little one.

This world needs less bullies and more beloved. Less trash and more treasure.

You can make the difference in someone's life, if you allow yourself to be the bigger person.

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