During the past 15 years, the Lord has abundantly blessed me and my family with solid friendships. For these friends found in various parts of our country, I am forever grateful. Further increasing my gratitude for the blessings of today is remembering a time in my life when friendships were scarce.
Being labeled a “doofus” before I even entered junior high, put me on friendship’s blacklist. The fact that I spoke softly and walked funny didn’t help. Although I fantasized about popularity, I really would have been happy among the 80 percent or so of kids who coast by. They may not be considered high school royalty, but they never had food hurled at them, signs taped to their backs, or books knocked off their desks.
I was not alone in my plight. There were others. One may be inclined to think that we all banded together in camaraderie; the old “strength in numbers concept. But we didn’t. Instead, each of us looked down on the other hoping that we weren’t “as bad.”
There was one girl in my class named Angie (popular name for baby girls born in the Rolling Stone era that was the 1970’s) who held her head shamefully low because her family had little money. She was taunted mercilessly and combated the ridicule with far-fetched stories about dating Kirk Cameron, which placed her just a notch than I on a skewed social totem pole.
Both sadness and relief fit into the motley bag of emotions I felt as our fellow insecure classmates hurled insults at that broken-hearted girl. Sadness because I knew her hurt and I felt powerless to stop them. And, relief because the focus on her meant a break for me.The rest of this story is at Faith Lifts