As someone who was a victim of childhood bullying, it left me speechless when I recently read an article online of an 8-year old boy who hung himself after being bullied in a Cincinnati, Ohio school. My heart immediately dropped when I read the headline. “Eight-years-old! How can this be? I thought to myself.” Then I began to have flashbacks of my bullying incidents as a youth. I vividly remember an incident in middle school where I was grabbing books out my locker for my next class, when all of a sudden my hair was pulled from behind and I was slammed into the hard cement floor of the school hallway. I was so caught off guard I didn’t know what hit me! In the corner of my eye as I tried to pick myself up off the ground I could see two girls running away laughing hysterically. The other kids in the hallway who were getting their books as well, just stood there with looks of shock on their faces. No one helped me up or asked if I was okay, and we all proceeded to class as if nothing happened.
Unlike my incident, the young Cincinnati boy’s bullying attack was caught on camera. As he extended his hand out to a fellow classmate, he was flung down on the hard floor causing him to lose consciousness. Looking at the video of his helpless body lying on the cold bathroom floor as his other classmates kicked him as they walked out, left a sense of hopelessness in my soul.
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