When I was a kid and one of my siblings, or another child, would call me a mean name and I would complain to our dad, Dad would say “Sticks and stones may break your bones, but names can never hurt you.” Wrong!
Dad was well-meaning but so wrong because sticks and stones may break your bones but name calling can hurt until the day you die. Certainly, you may recall some of the lumps and bumps you got as a youngster, but they don’t sear your memory as name-calling did. People leave their name and family to escape the name-calling they endured as a child because the pain is too raw to live in the same environment with. Isn’t that a shame?
It takes so little to be kind and so much pain you must have endured to take your hurt out on others. As I age, I realize how unloved the name-callers must have felt to inflict their pain on others. I wish I could tell them all that someone loved them even if they were never told so.
Vivian C. Nelson