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Inspiration

My latest dose of Inspiration is in honor of all victims of
School Violence!!!

Making Sarah Cry

He stood among his friends from school, 
He joined their childhood games 
Laughing as they played kickball 
And when they called poor Sarah names. 
Sarah was unlike the rest; 
She was slow and not as smart, 
And it would seem to all his friends 
She was born without a heart 
And so he gladly joined their fun 
Of making Sarah cry. 
But somewhere deep within his heart, 
He never knew just why 
For he could hear his mother's voice, 
Her lessons of right and wrong 
Playing over and over inside his head 
Just like a favorite song. 
"Treat others with respect, son, 
The way you'd want them treating you. 
And remember, when you hurt others, 
Someday, someone might hurt you." 
He knew his mother wouldn't understand 
The purpose of their game 
Of teasing Sarah, who made them laugh 
As her own tears fell like rain. 
The funny faces that she made 
And the way she'd stomp her feet 
Whenever they mocked the way she walked 
Or the stutter when she'd speak. 
To him she must deserve it 
Because she never tried to hide. 
And if she truly wanted to be left alone, 
Then she should stay inside. 
But every day she'd do the same: 
She'd come outside to play, 
And stand there, tears upon her face, 
Too upset to run away. 
The game would soon be over. 
As tears dropped from her eyes, 
For the purpose of their fun 
Was making Sarah cry. 
It was nearly two whole months 
He hadn't seen his friends. 
He was certain they all must wonder 
What happened and where he'd been 
So he felt a little nervous 
As he limped his way to class. 
He hoped no one would notice, 
He prayed no one would ask 
About that awful day: 
The day his bike met with a car, 
Leaving him with a dreadful limp 
And a jagged-looking scar. 
So he held his breath a little 
As he hobbled into the room, 
Where inside he saw a "Welcome Back" banner 
And lots of red balloons. 
He felt a smile cross his face 
As his friends all smiled, too 
And he couldn't wait to play outside- 
His favorite thing to do. 
So the second that he stepped outdoors 
And saw his friends all waiting there, 
He expected a few pats on the back- 
Instead, they all stood back and stared. 
He felt his face grow hotter 
As he limped to join their side 
To play a game of kickball 
And of making Sarah cry. 
An awkward smile crossed his face 
When he heard somebody laugh 
And heard the words, "Hey freak, 
Where'd you get that ugly mask?" 
He turned expecting Sarah, 
But Sarah could not be seen. 
It was the scar upon his own face 
That caused such words so mean. 
He joined in their growing laughter, 
Trying hard to not give in 
To the awful urge inside to cry 
Or the quivering of his chin. 
They are only teasing 
He made himself believe. 
They are still my friends; 
They'd never think of hurting me. 
But the cruel remarks continued 
About the scar and then his limp. 
And he knew if he shed a single tear 
They'd label him a wimp. 
And so the hurtful words went on, 
And in his heart he wondered why. 
But he knows without a doubt 
The game would never end, 
until they made him cry. 
And just when a tear had formed, 
He heard a voice speak out from behind. 
"Leave him alone you bullies, 
Because he's a friend of mine". 
He turned to see poor Sarah, 
Determination on her face, 
Sticking up for one of her own tormentors 
And willing to take his place. 
And when his friends did just that, 
Trying their best to make poor Sarah cry, 
This time he didn't join in, 
And at last understood exactly why. 
"Treat others with respect, son, 
The way you'd want them treating you. 
And remember, when you hurt others, 
Someday, someone might hurt you." 
It took a lot of courage 
But he knew he must be strong, 
For at last he saw the difference 
Between what's right and wrong. 
And Sarah didn't seem so weird. 
Through his understanding eyes. 
Now he knew he'd never play again 
The game of making Sarah cry. 
It took several days of teasing 
And razzing from his friends, 
But when they saw his strength, 
They chose to be like him. 
And now out on the playground, 
A group of kids meets every day 
For a game of kickball and laughter 
And teaching their new friend, Sarah, 
how to play!!! 

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glennette@bigfoot.com