Free Essay On Narrative Essay

Some children are known to be cruel towards their coevals. Unfortunately, I experienced it on myself. Being a kid, I often was a victim of bullying – in the primary school and in high school. Even walking on the streets, in the bus, at the mall – the location was not important – children seemed to have no boundaries and always found a way to mock me or tease me. Sometimes it was because of my hair or the dental braces or color of my jacket. Once I even heard from a boy in the hallway of our school that my “face looked stupid” and may be because of that he could not help pushing me on the rubbish bin.
Many years have passed since then and I can talk about it calmly. But back to those days, it was a painful topic for me. I did not like to complain and lied to my parents about my bruises and cried silently in my room. Every tease and mickey wounded my sensitive soul. I felt insecure and scared. Every time a bully approached to me – my heart dropped into my stomach, I was shivering and screwed up my eyes preparing for a flow of abuse. Before going to sleep I often wondered why people are so mean towards the others, who are different, who have not similar to the norms of society clothes, look, hairstyle or way of life.
One day bullies from my school encircled me near the local supermarket, took away my bag and managed to make fun of every single piece I had there, starting with toothpaste and finishing with a toilet paper. An old man, who was walking out of the shop stopped and drove them away and helped me to pick my stuff. Seeing the upcoming tears in my eyes he put his wrinkled arm on my shoulder and said: “Do not even think to cry! As soon as you show them your weakness – you will be eaten, destroyed and crushed. Be strong, look straight in their eyes and, please, never think bad of yourself. Remember, all great minds suffered during their life, but managed to make the whole world admire them. God challenges you. It means that something wonderful is waiting for you there.” These words of a stranger imprinted in my memory and altered my world view. I followed his pieces of advice and often recalled them in times of trouble. Now, being a grown up I still believe that I suffered not in vain. That is why I am confident with what I am doing, the way I live, constantly work on my mistakes and try to improve.