I wasn't disagreeing with you if that's what your saying.
Oh. My bad then. I guess I'd be clarifying it as well but your response to Fusion was right on the dot anyways.
What if things *don't* get better for somebody? That's not always under their control.
Well that's where we differ I guess. My experience has taught me that no matter how bad things get, they always get better even if the future circumstances are unforseen. The question is, will you have the will to hang on or move on until that moment?
I was bullied and beat up when I was in the 7th grade. Born an only child and socially awkward, I didn't understand the mechanics of "fitting in" and tbh probably acted selfishly against my classmate's interest (probably the reason why my 1st gf hated me later on in life; because I childishly took the breakup for granted but I digress). They did stuff like brutalize me, tease me, ruin my stuff and steal it, jam pencils on my head (yes sharpened ones), etc. The worst part was one day I just snapped and raged over it, and the teacher took
their side. No idea why. Doesn't matter now in hindsight. I heard my mother stormed to their offices and lambasted them about their ignorance. But that was only after the incident...
One day in one of my regular beatups I was kicked in the tailbone. It caused that part of my ass (the tip of bone/flesh before your asscrack) to blacken up and swell and for awhile I had trouble sitting down but like all bruises the pain went away and the bruise healed. Or so I thought. A week later my leg began to hurt and at the time I couldn't see the connection because really you couldn't. My mom even got mad at me for 'slouching' and thought that was the problem. 2 weeks later, the pain began to spread all over my leg and eventually my back. It came to a point where I couldn't walk without feeling a tinge in my skin, as if I had to sit down. It was hurting now even though I wasn't moving. My mom went crazy scared and we started going through every treatment imaginable. X-rays couldnt identify it. Chiropractors couldn't cure it (and cost alot). General medicine was useless.
And then we found solace in a practicioner of Chinese Medicine that my father just happened to work for at a time (he was a Contractor who built his clinic). Finally, that doctor was able to tell us that my spine had apparently dislodged itself, causing all the nerves to fray around my leg. It took 3 sessions of accupuncture all of which took a fraction of the price of one chiropractor session, to heal me back. The pain gone permanently.
For the longest time, I was mad at that bully. I wanted him to know my pain; my suffering of 4 weeks. But I didn't want to do anything about it because I wasn't that guy. I just hoped that someday sometime he'd get his just desserts and moved on with my life, chalking that incident as a milestone. I know, kinda lame right? Where's the big climax to this story? Well, with the exception of my mom telling the school of as previously mentioned, I just forgot about it in the longrun.
2 years later I began having difficulty with my hearing. Once again, all the proper channels were useless. They kept finding wax in my ears but at a neverending supply as if the problem was deeper. They gave me oil to loosen it but it only made the problem worse. There were days when I just lost hearing unless I slept in the right position at night. I was scared for becoming deaf at such a young age. But once again we found that the Chinese Med Doctor had the answer to our problems---which prior to that one time he fixed my spine we had never heard of and my mom to be frank was afraid and skeptic of that kind of medicine.
That doctor managed to detect that I apparently had an ingrown ear canal which because of it's constriction was always wet and waxy all year round. With nothing but an extremely long and sharp tool and his surgeon-like precision hands, he was able to scoop up most of the wax and reccomended I visit him once a year to maintain it. Free of charge. My mom started trusting him more and visiting him for her own problems, ultimately helping her and my dad in the longrun.
So it got me thinking: I am grateful to this doctor...to which I would never have met and trusted along with my family had I not been kicked in the spine in the first place. Wherever that bully may be, I hope he still gets what's coming to him but as far as I know, I really don't care how or if he even gets karma'd. The point is, I moved on and accepted the reality for what it is. I don't believe in things happening for a reason, but I do believe that at one point when you're taking all this pain and you're in despair, the best and only thing you can do is trudge on. Bullying is a problem but the solution isn't taking it to the bully. It's always been you and how you are and will be.
