“It takes much bravery to stand up to our enemies but we need as much bravery to stand up to our friends.”
Although I do agree with the first part of this quote which states that “it takes much bravery to stand up to our enemies”, I do not agree with the second part which states “but we need as much bravery to stand up to our friends”. Rather, I feel that it takes us a whole lot more bravery to stand up to our friends than it does our enemies. Growing up, this was probably the thing that took me the longest to figure out.
When I was in fifth grade, I was friends with the ‘cool’ girls and we were an impenetrable pack of brats. We tore down anyone that walked in our path with terrible, confidence-killing comments whether it was on what you were wearing, how you looked or even your name. We were horrible children but regardless of that background; these were my friends. I did everything with them from shopping to watching movies on Friday nights and I loved them and valued their opinions. One day on the bus ride to school, a new kid walked onto the bus. He had bleach blonde hair and was skinny and taller than any other kid I had ever seen before and even stood taller than the seats on the bus! Everyone was intrigued by this new figure and slowly watched him step up the stairs onto the bus and plop down right in front of my seat. We sat in shock of a new kid for a couple of seconds until the bus pulled away, leaving behind those feelings of surprise and bringing on new questions like , “what was his name?”, “where is he from?” And “why is he here?” The bus began buzzing with questions and curiosities that floated around him on the bus. I sat there engaging in the conversations about this new kid and wondered what he was thinking.
The next morning on the bus the new kid sat with me. He walked right onto the bus just as he had yesterday, but instead of stopping and sitting down in the seat in front of me he had the nerve to sit with me! Then, to...