I'm one of those "arseholes as a child" that Larbert Toffee is refering to. Professionally and personally one could objectively view my overall life as a "success". Married 37 years, job I love, holiday every year blah blah blah. But I carry around with me a stain on my soul from childhood. I used to join in the bullying of a pupil in school. I wasn't the only one but that frankly is pathetic. I joined in and took an active part in his bullying. He did smell, his clothes were "tatty" and there a number of other "characteristics" I deemed were worthy of bullying. Throughout the years I have reflected and frankly metaphorically speaking, beat myself up over. But not just a little bit of self loathing, huge great whopping chunks of "I was a complete vile rotten (add expletives) of your own choice. His face is engraved onto my memory, as his home address, his physical attributes, what he looked like and how he smelled like and my heart absolutely aches for what I put this quiet, sensitive soul through. I've never forgotten not forgave myself nor do I want these things to come to fruition. My faith, belief in God has at least enabled me to question whether or not I'm worthy of forgiveness. I'm a God fearing man and believe at the time of my passing I will be judged. I believe all of us will be asked "how have you lived your life?". I've said sorry many times and wish I could be contrite in front of him and apologise.
I was just reminded when the topic of bullying came up and have often wondered if my professional calling is more than a little connected to how I treat that young man and how I subconsciously want to make amends by doing "good deeds". Even that feels so self centred and far to introspective. I genuinely believe it's God's way of saying "Terry, you can't do that son and not expect consequences ". What a complete utter arsehole i was. I was very cruel to that boy and I hate myself for it.