tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11701819.post7069929721035304475..comments2023-10-31T07:14:30.338-04:00Comments on Words For Hire: What I Learned from BulliesAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12971459039767092235noreply@blogger.comBlogger15125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11701819.post-66229636009257678252008-06-17T08:34:00.000-04:002008-06-17T08:34:00.000-04:00Sara, I was nodding "yes, yes!" as I read your com...Sara, I was nodding "yes, yes!" as I read your comment! I can remember times even as an adult that I was mad at myself for not standing up for myself. My mom always told me to hold my head up, never did she instruct me to ask someone to do it for me. Great, great comment! Thanks Sara!Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12971459039767092235noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11701819.post-11108269475755056502008-06-17T00:36:00.000-04:002008-06-17T00:36:00.000-04:00Way to make lemonade from well, butt kickings. :) ...Way to make lemonade from well, butt kickings. :) Bullies have taught me that it's my own approval that counts most. After a confrontation with a less than friendly student, I would be upset for a long time--not because of what they said, but because I was disappointed in myself for not standing up better. After all, no one can hold your head up high for you.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11701819.post-5683475296700966132008-06-15T19:45:00.000-04:002008-06-15T19:45:00.000-04:00Jamie, somehow my comment back to you was lost, oy...Jamie, somehow my comment back to you was lost, oy vey, lately the internet is out to get me! Corporate bullies are worthy of a whole new post, don't you think? I remember them well and don't miss them at all. Hmmm, this could be a good topic for a series. Thanks! :-)Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12971459039767092235noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11701819.post-26702670925780596002008-06-13T06:53:00.000-04:002008-06-13T06:53:00.000-04:00Hi Spaghettipie! Thanks for the welcome! I am so g...Hi Spaghettipie! Thanks for the welcome! I am so glad to have found High Calling and looking forward to getting to know everyone and reading lots of great posts. I appreciate your comments. There is always a lesson, isn't there? We only have to open ourselves to it. ;-)Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12971459039767092235noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11701819.post-59131269317357541212008-06-12T23:50:00.000-04:002008-06-12T23:50:00.000-04:00First of all, welcome to High Calling Blogs! I'm e...First of all, welcome to High Calling Blogs! I'm excited to read more of your posts.<BR/><BR/><BR/>I love the meta-lesson here: that you can learn from all circumstances in life, especially the difficult ones. How you learn from them shapes who you become. Thanks for sharing!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11701819.post-62336463440493794292008-06-12T21:18:00.000-04:002008-06-12T21:18:00.000-04:00Some bullies are quiet too. They push their agend...Some bullies are quiet too. They push their agendas with a silent determination that only goes away when drag them screaming into the light of day. Lots of bullies like this in the corporate world.jamiegrovehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06744892823868013174noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11701819.post-70621928322754595482008-06-12T18:41:00.000-04:002008-06-12T18:41:00.000-04:00@Abby, thank you so much for reading and commentin...@Abby, thank you so much for reading and commenting! I have heard this so often from sisters. I am so glad you realized it and hope that your sister does too! Moms are tougher than anyone in the planet hands down! Get between a mom and her loved ones and you are asking for trouble! LOL! By the way I love that your company. I wish every company would tap into green meetings!Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12971459039767092235noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11701819.post-76611897292953579282008-06-12T13:54:00.000-04:002008-06-12T13:54:00.000-04:00A great post! I especially like the part about mo...A great post! I especially like the part about moms being tougher. I am a mom now and I totally agree.<BR/><BR/>My biggest bully was my older sister - 6 years older. Apparently, I ruined her life by being born. When I was in college (I know, took a long time) I finally figured out that the things she teased me about and pointed out in me were her own insecurities. <BR/><BR/>She taught me that bullies are really just insecure.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11701819.post-21233682854607934192008-06-11T22:12:00.000-04:002008-06-11T22:12:00.000-04:00@Anonymous, I know fighting is wrong but WTG! The ...@Anonymous, I know fighting is wrong but WTG! The mean girl got a taste of her own medicine! Kids can be so horrible to one another and they don't realize how damaging that behavior can be.<BR/><BR/>@Friar, Yay for the bullies! I'm quite fond of you and if the bullies helped shaped your style, hooray! Actually your creative genius was at work even then, how many kids could mastermind such a plan. :-)Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12971459039767092235noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11701819.post-69476420722985506412008-06-11T20:26:00.000-04:002008-06-11T20:26:00.000-04:00I was the smallest guy in the class, in Grade 7, a...I was the smallest guy in the class, in Grade 7, and I got the best grades. Which naturally made me the prime target for getting picked on.<BR/><BR/>But soon after, I learned to become the class clown. Better to have the bullies laugh with you, than to have them punch you around. <BR/><BR/>With a couple of years, the same guys how picked on me now thought I was cool. <BR/><BR/>To this day, I'm still a major shit disturber (can you tell from my Blog?) :-) <BR/><BR/>You could almost say those bullies helped forge my personality. <BR/><BR/>- FriarAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11701819.post-54270787428534511082008-06-11T19:48:00.000-04:002008-06-11T19:48:00.000-04:00Karen,From the fall of 7th grade til the valentine...Karen,<BR/><BR/>From the fall of 7th grade til the valentine's dance, I was pushed into lockers, ( in-with the door closed on me; perils of being short) slammed into people in the lunch room and pushed into mud by a vicious 8th grade girl.<BR/>At the Valentine's dance I wore a pretty white blouce and she tripped me in to a puddle and I was soaked, smeared in mud and subjected to taunting and laughing from her friends as they stood around laughing. I snapped. I walked over, grabbed her by her hair, through her on the the ground and started beating the living tar out of her. She was too shocked to even fight back and by the time she tried it was too late, she was mushed. No more school bully ever more and I had a reputation for being mean as crap. People were scared of me from then on. Here I was shy, and they thought I was mean.<BR/><BR/>I never wanted that reputation though, I avoided it as long as I could.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11701819.post-84254413420622265722008-06-11T19:23:00.000-04:002008-06-11T19:23:00.000-04:00Suzette, you're right. I could have potentially be...Suzette, you're right. I could have potentially been permanently scarred by some of those challenges. I'm really blessed to have taken away the greater lesson and used it to become a better person. I wonder what those bullies are up to today? :-)Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12971459039767092235noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11701819.post-52658393665713907542008-06-11T17:29:00.000-04:002008-06-11T17:29:00.000-04:00Thanks for posting this. It surely shows how persp...Thanks for posting this. It surely shows how perspective can change an unpleasant situation into positive learning experiences. :)Suzette Moniquehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10021171720534834548noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11701819.post-69837960600045689672008-06-11T16:50:00.000-04:002008-06-11T16:50:00.000-04:00Vimoh, you exhibited true strength of character in...Vimoh, you exhibited true strength of character in how you handled it and how you turned out. In the short time I've known you, you have exhibited nothing but compassion and grace and that says a lot about you! Today, bullying is more severe than when I was growing up. The sad part is that bullying can leave irreparable scars. It is my hope that we can be a light to the next generation to not be crass, vindictive and judgmental of others. Thank you for sharing Vimoh and I am so glad you made it through that awful experience.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12971459039767092235noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11701819.post-48491957790482109762008-06-11T15:49:00.000-04:002008-06-11T15:49:00.000-04:00"All of these bullies and the ones I later encount..."All of these bullies and the ones I later encountered in Corporate America taught me strength."<BR/><BR/>You could have learnt fear. But you chose to learn strength. That says something about you. :)<BR/><BR/>As for me, it was painful. The attacks came in short bursts. Occasional physical damage and all that.<BR/><BR/>I detested their crass and aggressive attitude towards teachers, girls, and the whole world generally.<BR/><BR/>I got preachy on them sometimes and got pummeled. :)<BR/><BR/>I went back to my hometown a some time ago and tried to track some classmates down. One, I heard has become a pimp.<BR/><BR/>Sad.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com