I am an assistant principal in a middle school (grades 6-8). When I have to search a student's cell phone, I often get sick to my stomach at what I find. It gets worse and worse every year.
"I BROKE THE LAW! I already had my license out and was holding it to the window. She didn’t take it. Instead, she was looking at my passenger, my 15-year-old son. She asked me, “Are YOU okay Ma'am?” She asked for his license, school ID, AND social security number."
Have you ever noticed that there’s something in our human nature that seeks to divide people on the margins into the “deserving poor” and the “undeserving poor”?
"‘Please find someone else,' I begged my fiancé. I just can’t do it. I’m done. My body always fails our babies. Something is wrong with me and I just can’t do it, I’m sorry."
“I often worry that my words won’t come out right and someone with a stronger opinion or who can articulate clearer will make my thoughts seem irrelevant.”
"During that abortion on a 13 week old baby... I saw this baby fight for his life against the abortion instruments. I also realized it had been this big lie and then I thought, 'What else have we been lying about?'"
I went from celebrating an 11-year-old boy's birthday party with my brothers and sisters at work to responding to the absolutely tragic death of two babies. This is the other side. The raw side that nobody talks about.
“Is he walking yet?” I immediately gave a long-winded response, probably 5 sentences longer than was expected. I didn’t realize until about a minute after the conversation was over where I thought to myself, “Why did you even go there?” I could have simply smiled and answered, “No, not yet,” but instead I had to share everything else he is doing as if it was an issue he’s not yet walking at 12 months.
