The only incident that comes to mind is the same as last year– it unfolded when we were teenagers, all young and impressionable and not fully formed. OK, immature and stupid.
It involved making life difficult for some kids we basically decided we didn’t like. The worst part, beyond the fact that I participated in this mob action, was that it was led by an “adult” who should have known better.
I seldom think about this anymore, but it haunts me when it does come to mind. I didn’t speak up or try to put a stop to things. I just joined in.
We eventually made peace, thanks to the passage of time and also what I now recognize as grace-filled behavior on the part of the person done wrong. We became friends again, though I’m not sure about the parents involved– they may have held onto the hurt for longer than their kids did.
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I think many of us make mistakes at that age. Thankful you all made up
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