There is no humor in being mean, there is no happiness in making fun of someone's sadness, there is no kindness in calling someone names, there is no love in anger and there is no rise in satisfaction in tearing someone else down.
My little grandson was born with a special gift. He loves no matter what. Whenever he and his brother and sister come into the room, he makes sure he's the first one to jump into my arms and tell me he loves me. Throughout the super bowl celebration I would find myself locked in a conversation with some adult and then I would realize there was someone hanging on my leg and I would look down to see his smiling face and he would run off to play. I look at him and think he has so many reasons he could choose to not be happy, His mother left his father while he was still in the womb because as she put it she needed to feel safe. Everyone who meets him comments on how happy and full of love he is. I watch him play with other children and he's always giving em a hand up, a hug, a smile that melts the world.
So when he came to me at the party tears in his eyes and said "Grandpa can I talk to you," I knew something had happened. I took his hand and took him into the quiet of my room and sat him down looked in his eyes and ask, "What happened" He took a balloon he had been holding in his hands and turned it around and there written in black magic marker was this word, "LOSER" he started crying, "Some body wrote this on my balloon." I knew the second I saw it who had written it, though there were some 20+ kids at the party I just knew. The little boy who did it comes from a very abusive mother who did not give him a safe place to live, when the child came to live with his father and his new family he was a very disturbed little kid. He wore his anger on his sleeve, his dad is such a teddy bear It was so hard on him. In our talks I would always end up giving him the same advice, "just love it out of him."
I took my grandson in my arms and hugged him. "What that kid did to you was mean, you are not a loser, you are a winner and that just makes him angry because everybody loves you and he thinks nobody loves him. The only way he is going to change is if those people who love him, tell him they do, over and over and over until he starts to love himself, like you do." He smiled at me and headed for the door, I watch him as he went into the playroom and walked up to that little boy and put a bear hug on him that lifted him off the ground and then he whispered something and ran off to play.
So to all those that have decided here at the end to be angry, blaming, hateful, judgmental and just plain mean and seem to have a need to write it on our balloon called D.C. My dad use to tell me if you want something to really sink in you got to say it at least 7 times, so here goes.
I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you.
Cowboy