I was thirteen, I was overweight, and I became a target for a bully who liked to do things like ‘moo’ when I walked down the hallway. His bullying seems like ‘old school’ now but his goal was the same - he wanted to make me cry. He never got the satisfaction because I waited to cry until I got home; there was no way I was going to give him more fodder. I began to write books then. I loved to escape into a world where I was the one who kicked butt and people like him were the demons who fell.
Decades have gone by and I’m no longer bullied. I found out years ago that this man went home, shot his wife, and then shot himself. A really bitter person would say, “he got what he deserved.” Unfortunately, he took someone else’s life in the process.
I talk about this for a reason. I recently read a book where one of the main subjects was a group of bullies. They practiced ‘crowding’ - a process where a group targets a specific child and they work together to harass them. They surround the child while they walk down the hall in order to threaten and promote their superiority.
Cyberbullying has also been going on for a while now; even second graders have reported being victims. And this is no joke - this is a crime. We run on technology, and most people are truly happy that the internet/cell phone world exists. But with every so-called fantastic invention, bad comes along with the good. There are people out there who truly have nothing better to do with their time then send or post text intended to hurt another. They use threats, hate lingo, ridicule, images - anything aimed at utterly humiliating a fellow human. The worst part is, some of their victims are taking their own lives.
Humanity was founded on some seriously horrific emotions. With all the good, like faith, hope, love and friendship comes fear, envy, hatred and anger. We’re a far more confusing species than any vampire, werewolf, zombie, or witch that fiction provides.
In a 1997 movie titled, Contact, (based on the novel by Carl Sagan), there was a perfect line that described the human race: You’re capable of such beautiful dreams and such horrible nightmares. That is us. For a species that has the power to do so much good, it’s pitiful when we choose to destroy. But what the persecutors don’t seem to understand is that, what goes around does come back around.
I began my angel series based on a question that I had looming in the back of my mind. If there were ‘new’ angels that’d been trained to help us, would they even want to? Would a team specifically created to play judge and jury, offer forgiveness, defend and protect, be able to handle human emotions? I hope my angel/warrior team can show the world that it’s okay to become frustrated. The angels learn lessons. They fight, love, cry and figure out a way to keep their faith in a world that they don’t understand. And I hope we can, too. It is time to bring back our self-respect.
There are angels out there. They even outnumber the cruel; it just doesn’t seem like it because the ‘good’ don’t make interesting enough headlines. But, trust me, they’re here!
Until Next Time, Everybody.