What is the ABB?
We’re the Anti-Bully Brigade. Average kids and adults who are joining together to take a stance against inhumanity to humans.
They say one person can’t make a difference.
They’re wrong and we’re proving it, one person at a time. This is your official invitation to join us. All you have to do is once a week perform a random act of kindness to a stranger. If you’re at school, or even out and about, and you see someone who looks like they’re having a bad day, then say something nice to them. If someone gives you something, say, “thank you.” When you’re online and you start to post something that begins with: this might offend you, this will probably be deleted, or anything else that you feel the need to defend, then don’t post it. Just hit the delete key. After all, who really wins in a flame war? Only the internet provider who gets to charge for that bandwidth usage.
Take a second and ask yourself this: would I rather laugh and smile when I get online and check my favorite page or do I really want to get on there and fight with someone else? If you really do want to fight, then there are plenty of sites to visit. Those of you who want to laugh and have fun where you can be assured no one is going to be put down in anyway, visit us at http://www.facebook.com/AuthorSherrilynKenyon We promise you, Carl isn’t going to let anyone be yelled at and there won’t be anything there to make your day worse. We are all one big happy Menyon family and there’s always room at the table for more. So come on in and make yourself at home.
For those who want to spread the word, we have ABB posters and a pledge for you to sign. Convert as many as you can to our cause. And remember, once a day when you feel the need to criticize someone try to think of at least three things that you can compliment them on.
It’s that simple and that hard. But then no one ever said being a decent human being was easy. However, can you imagine living in a world where everyone acted as if the people around them had feelings, too? If when you were feeling terrible, someone came up to you and said, “You have the prettiest eyes” or “I love those boots. Those are so awesome!” Or if you were alone and feeling awkward, someone came up and said, “Don’t worry. We’re all nervous at times. At least you’re not dropping your books on the cutest boy/girl at school. I spent my whole seventh grade doing that. Poor Nick/Nikki still flinches anytime my name’s mentioned… or they hear a locker open.”
We were founded by Brynna Addams and the entire organization began with one simple letter she wrote…
Today, you made me cry. You made me feel like the lowest piece of dirt that has ever walked this earth. You stole a piece of my heart and soul, and my self-esteem. Just when I had finally managed to convince myself that I wasn’t quite the ugliest or dumbest person alive, you came in and reaffirmed that never ending playback in my head that insults me even when you’re not around. The same playback that tells me, over and over, life sucks, and it’s never going to get any better no matter what I do, because I don’t deserve anything better. I am nothing and nothing is all I’ll ever be. Even when I try my very best, like I did today, it’s not good enough to make me human or worth something in the world’s eyes. I don’t need you or anyone else to reaffirm something I already know about myself.
My hurt didn’t show on the outside because I learned a long time ago to make sure that you couldn’t take that pleasure, too; that you and the others who think you’re funny or witty or cute, or are too afraid of you to do anything more than follow along, couldn’t see how much pain you’ve caused me. The times in the past when I made the mistake of letting you see my tears, all of you laughed at me over them, and you made it worse. You made me choke on my dignity, and hate that which had been a source of pride until you mocked it.
You have kicked me in my heart, and ravaged what little self-worth I had managed to scrape together.
But that’s okay, because that is what makes me stronger than you and your followers. I don’t have to point out someone else’s flaws. I don’t need to put someone else down or mock someone in order to feel better about myself, or to prove my worth, authority, power or intelligence. The mere fact that you do proves that we who refrain from such cruelty are a superior species. We are the ones who have evolved beyond simple animal behavior that makes a base creature attack something it doesn’t understand; something that is different or not as strong.
It doesn’t take superior intelligence to tear down someone and/or their hard work. To mock their best effort or a physical trait that can’t be helped. It doesn’t prove that you’re more intelligent or better in any way. A stick of dynamite can level a building, but it can’t build one.
You have made me afraid to go to school. You’ve made me sick to my stomach whenever I think about going to work. You’ve made me afraid in my own home. You have needlessly insulted me in stores, on the phone, or wherever I accidentally stumbled upon you. You have ruined my past, my present, my day, and stolen a part of my soul.
Like the rest of us, you come from all kinds of backgrounds. Some not very happy, and cruelty is all you’ve ever known, so you lash out in an effort to ease your own pain. Others like you have no excuse whatsoever. Your background is above reproach. Rather, it’s a vicious need inside you that we don’t understand, and it’s why it’s so hard to identify you at times. You’ve been my teachers, clergy, my fellow students, coworkers, bosses, principals, sometimes you were a former friend or even family we once trusted.
You’ve taken things I told you in utter confidence, and twisted them into lies to be used against me. Without cause, you have told lies against me. You have refused to see me as a human being. You have kicked me when I was up, and you have kicked me when I was down.
But today, you will kick me no more. I will no longer be your verbal or physical punching bag. Today, I discovered the secret that will never allow you or your friends who will one day turn on you too, to hurt me again.
Today as I lay broken and bleeding in that dark place I crawl into when I think I can’t take it anymore, I found something extraordinary.
As my soul screamed in bleeding agony and I wanted to die rather than live one more day in a world where you exist, I realized that my tears and ability to feel pain without lashing out to return that hurt to someone else makes me human.
I find my pleasure when someone smiles over something I’ve said or done. When I make them feel better about themselves and their lives. When I look at an okay drawing and tell the artist that it is a work of art, worthy of hanging in a museum. The smile on their face, the pride that glows in their eyes, the happiness I see inside them makes my heart swell. It gives me a joy you can never understand.
Kindness costs nothing to give, but to the person who receives it, it could be the one thing that saves their life. The one thing that gives them hope in their darkest hour. No act of charity or kindness, no matter how small, is ever wasted.
In the immortal words of Maya Angelou: …people will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel.
Whenever they think of me, I want them to smile… And I will never allow you to take that from me.
No matter how you taunt or beat me, I will not become you, and pay your cruelty forward. In time, you will be gone from my life, and I will move forward to become even stronger and smarter than I am today. Because I can celebrate with others and applaud their efforts with an open heart capable of love and acceptance, I will evolve to an even greater level of happiness while you lay mired in your hatred and bitterness.
More than that, I discovered the best secret of all. I don’t care what you think because I don’t think enough of you to listen. You’re not worth the energy it would cost me to hate you. There is nothing about you that I want to be. I don’t want your clothes. I don’t want your friends. Your job. I don’t want your life, and I definitely don’t want to live an existence where I have to hurt someone else in order to feel good about myself.
I will not let you steal my humanity. You will not teach me your hatred or intolerance. Not today. Not ever.
In spite of what you think, you’re not anonymous. You’re ubiquitous. No matter where you come from, or the clothes you wear, or the computer screen you hide behind, you are just like all thieves. Rather than work and create something yourself, you prefer to steal from someone else. Even your emotions are stolen.
And while I might not be able to see the future today, I know it will come through this darkness and free me from this ugliness. If I hang on with both hands, my strength will save me. My life is a gift and I will not let you take that from me, too. You’re definitely not worth it.
I am here and I am important. Maybe not to you. But to those I make smile, to the ones who see the beauty inside me, the ones who seek me out because of who I am and because of the positive emotions I give to them, I am irreplaceable.
You are not. Should you die tomorrow, no one would weep. I’ve been to your funeral and I’ve seen that truth, too. When you die, there will be another bully, just like you, spewing the same cruel lies and lines that never change, to take your place. As I said, you never change. You’re all alike.
But we are not. We are individuals. We do matter, and to those closest to us, we are the entire world. Our loss would cut them to the core of their hearts and they would weep forever. Our death would leave a hole inside them that never closes. We are the fragile flowers that spill our fragrance into the world, and bring beauty and smiles whenever we’re spotted by those capable of seeing us in all our glory.
And so I finish my letter with this. Go ahead and laugh at me. Mock me. Insult me. Tear me down. Do your worst. Because through it all, I will do my best in spite of you and your cruelty. From this day forward, I will never hear your ugly words again. I will live my life for me and those few who love me, the ones who cannot imagine a world without me in it. From now on, I will laugh at you when you start in on me because I now know the simple truth.
Animals attack what they fear. And you, in spite of all your bluster and bragging, fear little old me. If I truly were insignificant and worthless, you wouldn’t bother tormenting me. So I will continue living my life for me with the happy knowledge that I threaten you.
Meanwhile me and the rest of my real friends won’t bother talking about you. You don’t matter enough to us to take up time better spent on preparing for a future where you don’t exist. Time changes everything and everyone. Today you’re the bully. Tomorrow someone will bully you. And when that happens, unlike you, we will reach out to you in sympathy and love, and try to make you feel better. Because that is who and what we are:
Intelligent and beautiful human beings.
The Anti-Bully Brigade