In the year of 2007, I was only in second grade, in a decent school with decent classmates and grades. The teachers there were very nice, and so were my classmates, and everyone got along very well. But in each city, school, and class there is always that one kid that gets picked on or bullied. Fortunately, I wasn’t that kid. But I knew him, and it looked like he was having a horrible time. His name was Felipe, and he was what you might call big, or how my classmates called him: fat.
Every day, he would come to class with his head down and a defeated look. And when he came in, most of my class would scream, “HERE COMES FATTY!” everyone laughed and pushed him roughly. He ignored it all, and just got on with his work. I thought I needed to do something, Felipe was getting bullied at such a young age, when he would get older, he would be too defeated and beat. Felipe had no friends.
So I came up to him and told him to meet me at the bathroom. We never really talked, but he was still scared of the whole class and me. As we went in the bathroom, I simply asked him “would you like to be my friend?” He reacted as though he didn’t know the meaning of the word “friend”. He said yes. I told him to not tell anyone, because I was scared that if I were publicly his friend they would start to bully me too. So we met up at this special place at the playground during recess, which only us two knew about. We both had similar interests, and he was always happy when he saw me. The next time someone bullied him, I told him, "Leave him alone. He hasn't done anything to you." I told the bullies, "Bullying only makes you look like a jerk, and not cool, so there isn’t a reason why you should pick on someone."
No one bullied him ever again, and now he is a friend to everyone at our school. Stop bullying. Start empathy.
above artwork, "We Can Do It," contributed by Sam's younger sister Sara Brodsky