Friday, October 06, 2006

The Fat Kid at the Bus Stop

There’s a fat kid at the bus stop. I see him in the morning when I walk the dogs. He is usually standing alone; not talking with the other kids. He seems somewhat relieved when he sees me; he knows I will stop to let him pet the puppies. I do my best to get out at the same time every morning. The other kids ignore the fat kid. Gee, I wonder why.

I know what it is like to be the fat kid; to be ignored; or to not put yourself out there. It sucks. It hurts. I know what is like to be different; to have people poke fun at you; it sucks. Sometimes I still feel like the fat kid. How about you?

I really can’t wait until those other kids get fat and learn what it is like to be different.


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