I always wonder what makes a person forego love and act cruelly towards others. Is it their past, or is it just the way they are? Were they born this way? We look at people that are mean and cruel as strong. The bigger, the better. I am big you are small, and that just makes you weaker than me. History tells us something different; size has nothing to do with strength or power. Some of the smallest people have done incredibly strong acts.
Being short in stature always made me feel weaker than others physically, but I was never afraid to stand up to anybody. I always remember the words of my good friend Evan, he said to me: “Jenn, when you walk into a room everyone turns to look as if you were 10 feet tall”. I was always the one defending everyone else and standing up for people who could not do it for themselves. Was I afraid? Yes, I was, but did I show it? Never.
“Only the weak are cruel. Gentleness can only be expected from the strong.”
-- Leo Buscaglia
Now the question is, am I strong or am I weak? Am I strong because I stood up to people without thinking about the consequences? Or was I just a fool thinking I could take on someone bigger than me? I have always been able to get people to do things for me without being rude or mean, I always say please and thank you and treat people the way I would like to be treated. Because of this, I have been told many times that I am weak, especially in my profession. Be strong, be mean, be loud, louder than they are, never let them see your “weak” side. I never had to be like that, and I was very successful at what I did.
So, after all these years I came to realize that I was not the weak one, that it takes strength to not let all the bad things that happened to you change who you are and that I could see the good in people and that I was able to give love in return instead of hate. If you want to call me weak because I do not seek revenge and do not hate anyone who has ever hurt me, then go ahead. I prefer to be a soft and loving person than a big mean bully.