At my ten-year high school reunion, the classmate who had bullied me for being poor handed me a plate of leftovers—just like she had humiliated me years earlier. She didn’t recognize me until she read the name on my business card. Everyone expected me to get revenge. Instead, I gave her something far more difficult: the opportunity to become a better person than either of us had been in high school.
The invitation had been sitting on my kitchen counter for nearly a month. Westbrook High School – Ten-Year Reunion I almost threw it away. High school wasn’t a chapter I …
At my ten-year high school reunion, the classmate who had bullied me for being poor handed me a plate of leftovers—just like she had humiliated me years earlier. She didn’t recognize me until she read the name on my business card. Everyone expected me to get revenge. Instead, I gave her something far more difficult: the opportunity to become a better person than either of us had been in high school. Read More
