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Just found out that someone made a very hurtful and disgusting joke about my daughter at a family get together when we weren’t around. The parent patted the little hater on the head with a smirk and a giggle as always. When I heard about it I had to sit back and think.

The person who made the joke isn’t aware of proper social boundaries, nor is it likely they will ever learn given their environment. The nature of the joke just shows how ignorant the person is about my child’s life. Comparing my 6-year-old little girl to adult gay men really isn’t cutting edge humor, now is it?

Ironic thing is that this young person has their share of (often socially judged) eccentricities. (Glass houses, if you ask me.) Perhaps it is their deep-seated feeling of being different that makes them prey on others? You’d think both parties would have a bigger heart, but no.

There’s two ways to go with this, at least in my mind. We can internalize their words and become haters, so slighted by living a path that is a little difficult and isolating at times that we lose sight of our humanity. We can choose to spew frustrations out on others both weak and small to gain a little head way in the power department. I could teach my children to disguise whatever it is about them that makes them either seem or feel different to achieve the glorious honor of fitting in with the rest of the group. That’s one way to look at it.

The other path is to feel compassion for the person and their parent. They are obviously grossly misinformed. When they are so many intelligent and inspiring viewpoints in the world why focus on words so small-minded and damaging? We can choose to move beyond the words and see people for who they are – the good, the bad and the ugly. Doesn’t mean that I will ever subject my children to their hatred and cruelty, but I can move past anger and betrayal. They are living a life motivated by fear. That’s where the joke and the corresponding laughter comes from – Fear. Dress it up in any fancy clothes and call it what you like, but I know what it is. And I want no part of it.

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