Recently an 11 year old boy from North Carolina, Michael Morones, tried to take his own life after being bullied for being a fan of My Little Pony Friendship Is Magic. Thankfully he was stopped in time to save his life, but he has suffered severe brain damage as a result of the attempt.
In this time of need he needs support and his family is asking for donations for his medical expenses. If any of you could find it in your hearts to offer comforting words or to make a donation it would be greatly appreciated.
Michael, don’t give up. Everyone here is cheering for you and wishing you a complete recovery. Our hearts go out to you and your family.
From Equestria Daily: <ins>www.equestriadaily.com/2014/01</ins>
Donations can be sent to this address: csuttle3@gmail.com
His Facebook account: <ins>www.facebook.com/michael.moron</ins>
I would do the same thing.
And that’s why the weak are the only ones who survive. reference
But without the sun, we won’t get plants, which can be made into food.
Isn’t that a bit extreme? It’s the parents who are at fault for how their kids behave.
If I were this child’s friend, and I were allowed to, I’d comfort him with some encouraging advice and a hug. I’m more of a gentle, caring person now (despite being rebellious with my music choices, such as Metallica. :P xD!), and will usually sit and attempt to, most times, help a child and/or young boy or girl and listen to their problems.
3 and 4. Like I told another guy, I don’t like fighting… but a guy can only take so much before blowing up on someone else. That’s how it happened with me.
“They always prey on the weak, or those who won’t stand up for themselves.”
This is by far the absolute truth with a lot of kids through elementary, even high school; their main objective is only to annoy, upset, or just to generally be an asshole to those weaker than them. What, in the end, does that make the bully? Weak and pathetic, and insecure as fuck. Their insecurities could sometimes be something wrong at home, like an abusive parent; they see this, and think it’s the right thing when it isn’t.
“When I was bullied, it was either about my weight or the fact that I wear glasses. You can try to turn the other cheek, but that only adds more fuel to the fire.”
When I was picked on, it was because of my Asperger syndrome (basically, a form of autism), as well as a few other things (which I shall choose not to disclose!), which leads to the next thing:
“One day, I finally had enough, and I just gave one of them a nice right hook. After that, the problem mostly stopped.”
There were times where I got pissed off enough and instigated my fair share off fights: Once in a YMCA for some kid who wouldn’t stop running his mouth, so I punched his stomach 2x; another time (rather, a series of times!), I was taunted and picked on by one kid by being called all sorts of shit; One day, I just snapped, and kicked his ass, and he stopped for a little while (it was a recurring problem for about a year and a half.) Another time, said kid said some stupid shit, and I threw my lunch at him, then I punched him. And another time, I grabbed the back of his head, and spat on his head, and he lunged at me and tried choking me; And yet another instance was when this tall twat of a student whacked me in the back, so I picked a (brief) fight with him, but a teacher stopped that. Looking back, in the end, I was pretty nuts, and stupid. But high school can be a real asshole to you if you let it do so.
“I know it couldn’t have been the best way to solve my problem… but for me, it was the ONLY way.”
I used to have that train of thought for the longest time. But then, I’d learnt, from both my counsellor, friends, and a few others that violence only gathers more violence, and, though it took me 2 years, I finally understood that point/thought, and wised up.
“That’s why I feel for this poor boy. He doesn’t deserve to suffer because he happens to like MLP. :’(”
I feel sorry and have pity for this child; Hell, I’d give the aggressors a stern talking, and probably report them to the authorities! Let them (the police and the judge!) deal with it.
@Goldenpwny The youngest I’ve heard about was 5
but 7 is where it really ramps up.
If my feelstrain hasn’t plowed you enough yet, here’s one at six and one at eight
You can’t exactly look at his (or any kid’s) actions and apply the same logic you have as an adult. I’m sure all of us have memories of things that, as adults, we now wish we had done differently, due to to knowledge we’ve gained since then.
And now, reading this news, I feel both sympathetic, and confused at Michael’s decision to end his own life, if he could have fight back.
Not everyone can manage to find the strength that they need in order to fight back in time.
I know that I didn’t find the spark that would ignite my fighting spirit until some years after I’d tried to hang myself.
Once I did though, the bullying mostly stopped, so yay for violence.
When I was just in the First Grade, the Math and Italian teachers ganged up on me, and used me as scapegoat of the whole class, promoting bullying towards me, and insulting my intelligence (they said that I should have read more comic books, instead of encyclopedias, since the former were too hard to cohomprend…)
As result, I started to act up, to the point that I was almost diagnosed with Autism, until the doctors found out the whole truth.
For this, I moved to a Religious School in the Third Grade. There I got some flak about my weight from some kids, but it was otherwise bearable.
Then Middle School happened. There, between a psychopathic Spanish Teacher, an old and absent-minded head teacher, and some starting errors, I suffered. Some classmates started ot tease, insult and extort things from me. They treathened me to drown me, in case of non-collaboration.
I was not happy, and as result, I got angrier and angrier, causing domestic problems as side effect.
That was, until one day I snapped, and decided to utter annihilate the,. I looked for their problems, both familiar and economical ones. Then, when I was ready, I told to the kid with a father in prison if he wished to join his dad. I asked to the broke guy if he was jealous. I fought back the one that tried to beat me up. From then on, they never bothered me anymore.
But that was not without consequences. I am now fortified in a fortress made of blood and sweat. I’ve never considered suicide because I was too busy to build the fortress.
And now, reading this news, I feel both sympathetic, and confused at Michael’s decision to end his own life, if he could have fight back.
Yeah, I know what you mean. Hell, in last year of school I had a lapse if the “good ol’ days” when I saw this little kid being grabbed by the collar and I just went full “unmedicated-rage” mode and, since I was taller than the guy who was bullying him, I sneaked behind him and put him in a chokehold (Don’t worry, I wasn’t choking him. I think.) and went “Doesn’t feel good when it happens to you, now does it?” then I let him go and told him to never do that again. He never did.
Thought I do feel really bad that my first thought after seeing someone bullied was “choke the bastard”. Guess old habits die hard.
Couldn’t agree more.
I tell you though, bullying is still a sore subject for me. It’s an issue that really gets me steamed every time it happens to someone.
To be honest with you, most of my problems were because my “negotiation” skills were crap. And I use “were” really lightly.
Seriously, it was always either “Pretend it’s no big thing” or “Uppercut to the ribs” with me, and since, even to this day, I really dislike the idea of hurting people I usually didn’t say anything and everybody either thought I was a sociopath or someone who couldn’t defend himself.
Man, am I glad those days are over.
Personally when it came to my issues, I think I just got off lightly compared to everyone else here.
Thing is, I don’t like fighting… but a guy can only be pushed so far.
Dude, I smashed a guy’s face against a desk for making a passing comment amount my weight. Compared to me, your reaction seems like a hunger protest or something!
They always prey on the weak, or those who won’t stand up for themselves.
When I was bullied, it was either about my weight or the fact that I wear glasses. You can try to turn the other cheek, but that only adds more fuel to the fire.
One day, I finally had enough, and I just gave one of them a nice right hook. After that, the problem mostly stopped.
I know it couldn’t have been the best way to solve my problem… but for me, it was the ONLY way.
That’s why I feel for this poor boy. He doesn’t deserve to suffer because he happens to like MLP. :’(
Honestly, I’m going to have to ask my mom and sister, that’s all I can remember on what happened (as it happened two years before I was a Senior).
What.
Well, actually, my teacher flunked one of the previous-year students because he couldn’t finish an important assignment, but that was due to horrible family issues (his mother hired a hitman to kill his father, from what I heard).
One of the greatest days of my life was when two of the guys who tried to make my life hell all through high school came up to me at university, and offered their sincerest apologies for the shit that they put me through.
Words can be incredibly destructive, yet they can also carry the opposite kind of power.