I was really shocked to have a few classmates from that era tell me recently that I (of all people) was the bright spot in their day.
Since I'm baring my soul, I'll let on to a few things many can relate to.
In 1963, you didn't attend school with holes in your pants or any sign of poverty. I had no choice. In fact, I actually had to repair my own shoes or at least stuff cardboard in them to keep the ground friction from putting more holes in my socks.
Of course, this brought me unwanted attention. Thus, folks, the sense of humor came into being. It was my defense. It became my stock-and-trade. Unfortuneately...and I'm sure virtually everyone here has this experience...I resorted to deflecting the unwanted attention on the poor souls everyone picked on.
I have done a lot of prayer and apologizing for this. That sort of teasing can...and DID...push people to the point of suicide. If the others survived, I won't be at all surprised to find they're a lot like me.
Love WILL prevail.
On Earth as it is in heaven.