Ok, so, this one is something personal.
When I was in school, there was a girl in our year that everyone made fun of, because she was the type of girl who got herself into sticky situations (e.g. regarding a pornographic video being sent around the school) she smellt bad because, due to trauma (she was an orphan), she used to smoke and wet the bed. Her hair was always greasy, and she had an arbortian. In our prom, she asked if she could sit with me, and I said sure, after all it was prom, and everyone deserved a good time. There wasn't enough room around our table however, and seeing as non of my friends would make room (granted, there wasn't much) she sat behind us. When we got our food, I swapped seats with her so she could sit by the table to eat, and some of my friends still express their annoyance to this day about it. However, one of them, a rather close friends of mine, said she was proud of me, and I knew then that I'd done the right thing. The moral of the story isn't to fight the majority, although if you feel and know your in the right, then of coarse it's always the right thing to do, but that it's the little things that inspire and push people. Because, I'm not afraid to voice myself now, and all it took was swapping seats with a girl from school...
When I was in school, there was a girl in our year that everyone made fun of, because she was the type of girl who got herself into sticky situations (e.g. regarding a pornographic video being sent around the school) she smellt bad because, due to trauma (she was an orphan), she used to smoke and wet the bed. Her hair was always greasy, and she had an arbortian. In our prom, she asked if she could sit with me, and I said sure, after all it was prom, and everyone deserved a good time. There wasn't enough room around our table however, and seeing as non of my friends would make room (granted, there wasn't much) she sat behind us. When we got our food, I swapped seats with her so she could sit by the table to eat, and some of my friends still express their annoyance to this day about it. However, one of them, a rather close friends of mine, said she was proud of me, and I knew then that I'd done the right thing. The moral of the story isn't to fight the majority, although if you feel and know your in the right, then of coarse it's always the right thing to do, but that it's the little things that inspire and push people. Because, I'm not afraid to voice myself now, and all it took was swapping seats with a girl from school...
The same idea rests in what happened to me last week, I was waiting outside the bus stop, when an elderly man, whom I didn't know came up to me and said "Don't look so worried, it's never as bad as it seems."
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