The day's lesson

So a few days ago I was walking home and I saw a group of boys picking on another one. At first I thought nothing of it, because they were boys, and boys bicker back and forth all the time. Now, these boys were fighting at the park in my neighborhood, and that was where I was headed, so I sat on one of the swings and listened in a little.
   One boy was mad at the one being picked on because he had gay parents. And I mean, sure, some kids might find that so funny, but I didn't. I thought it was rude, but I still didn't say anything. I knew this boy; his name is Jordan. He was in the foster system for about nine years before these parents finally adopted him, and honestly, they seem like amazing parents.
   The next boy kind of joined in, then, and told Jordan that he was going to turn into a gay guy too. That definitely was past the line, yet I still, didn't do much. I just sat on the swing, listening.
   So the third and final boy decided that the others were right, and he kicked Jordan in the stomach. The others joined in, knocked him down, and that was when I stepped in. I walked over and told them to knock it off, and they kind of just looked at me. So when they didn't, I picked up one boy and pushed him away, and the other two I forced off of Jordan.



So you know what I realized? You shouldn't let size or "Unimportance" stop you from stepping in on something, especially if it isn't right. I hate to think what would've happened if I hadn't stepped in, or hadn't been there at all. Jordan went home with a few bruises, but the other boys are grounded for a few weeks. I just wished I would've stopped them earlier, so he wouldn't have ANY bruises.

When I walked him home, those parents that those boys thought were so terrible didn't press charges. They knew the boys' parents and decided that they would learn their lesson soon enough. It made me realize, also, that it doesn't matter what kind of people are in your life, as long as they love you.