Changing4Best
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I have been rejected in many ways, by many people, in many places. I was rejected especially by all the boys in my 6th grade school class. They ridiculed me, teased me, called me names, said I was stupid, smelly, ugly and so on... ad nausium. I was so sad and felt so rejected and there wasn't a thing I could do about it. I believe the teacher even knew about it, but did nothing to stop it at all.
Finally one day, when one of them got to me off the school grounds, in fact I think it was during the summer vacation after the school year was over, I beat the living daylights out of him when he lit into me. He ended up in the hospital, it was so bad! However, I think he was too ashamed to tell his parents that he had been beaten up by a girl, so I never got in trouble for it.
None the less, somehow word got around, I am sure, because not one of them EVER called me a name, or did or said anything to me ever again. None of the boys from my high school ever dated me though, so I dated boys from my church, which was in a different school district. Thankfully, I did not run into rejection there.
Even before 6th Grade I was not popular either. I remember once that I had a girl who was my friend and then this new kid moved into our area and was the new kid in our class and my so called friend abandoned me entirely and made this new girl her best friend. They both completely ignored me and no one would be my friend after that. I never knew why this happened, but I can tell you that it really hurt!
I was always one of the last kids in gym class to get picked for a team.
Yup, "rejected" was my middle name in school.
In college things were a little better. A fellow took a shine to me and wanted to be with me a lot. He invited me to come and live with him, so I did. We eventually got married, but I found out that he was a chronic gambler and one day he gambled our rent money away! We became homeless. This was about a year after I graduated college, so my parents did not offer to bail us out or anything.
I told my minister and he let me stay in an apartment he had that was vacant. It was furnished, so all I had to do was come up with some food money. Eventually he and I fell in love and we lived together for many years, eventually marrying. We were married for 23 years until he died.
Now I am alone, and have been for about ten years. I like being alone in a way. I decide when I get up, when I got to bed, what I listen to, what I eat... no one rules over my life in any way other than God of course, and that is the way I like it.
As to rejection, folks pretty much appreciate me these days, because I help them when I can and I care about others and what happens to them. I pray for people and I tell them that I do also. They appreciate that. Maybe sometimes that is all I can do for them, but at least I can do that. And if I can keep someone company, help them in some way or do whatever they need, I am there for them. I care about others and their needs. In other words, I try NOT to reject people. I try to help them. I think that is the difference between rejecting them and not rejecting them. Sometimes, all they need is someone to listen to them. I like to do that. I love listening to stories. It is probably my favorite passtime.
Finally one day, when one of them got to me off the school grounds, in fact I think it was during the summer vacation after the school year was over, I beat the living daylights out of him when he lit into me. He ended up in the hospital, it was so bad! However, I think he was too ashamed to tell his parents that he had been beaten up by a girl, so I never got in trouble for it.
None the less, somehow word got around, I am sure, because not one of them EVER called me a name, or did or said anything to me ever again. None of the boys from my high school ever dated me though, so I dated boys from my church, which was in a different school district. Thankfully, I did not run into rejection there.
Even before 6th Grade I was not popular either. I remember once that I had a girl who was my friend and then this new kid moved into our area and was the new kid in our class and my so called friend abandoned me entirely and made this new girl her best friend. They both completely ignored me and no one would be my friend after that. I never knew why this happened, but I can tell you that it really hurt!
I was always one of the last kids in gym class to get picked for a team.
Yup, "rejected" was my middle name in school.
In college things were a little better. A fellow took a shine to me and wanted to be with me a lot. He invited me to come and live with him, so I did. We eventually got married, but I found out that he was a chronic gambler and one day he gambled our rent money away! We became homeless. This was about a year after I graduated college, so my parents did not offer to bail us out or anything.
I told my minister and he let me stay in an apartment he had that was vacant. It was furnished, so all I had to do was come up with some food money. Eventually he and I fell in love and we lived together for many years, eventually marrying. We were married for 23 years until he died.
Now I am alone, and have been for about ten years. I like being alone in a way. I decide when I get up, when I got to bed, what I listen to, what I eat... no one rules over my life in any way other than God of course, and that is the way I like it.
As to rejection, folks pretty much appreciate me these days, because I help them when I can and I care about others and what happens to them. I pray for people and I tell them that I do also. They appreciate that. Maybe sometimes that is all I can do for them, but at least I can do that. And if I can keep someone company, help them in some way or do whatever they need, I am there for them. I care about others and their needs. In other words, I try NOT to reject people. I try to help them. I think that is the difference between rejecting them and not rejecting them. Sometimes, all they need is someone to listen to them. I like to do that. I love listening to stories. It is probably my favorite passtime.
