mrwil65
Active member
Growing up wasn't really very easy for me. When I started School at the age of 5 years, students took one look at me and called me retarded. This went on till the day I graduated from high school in '85. However, throughout my life when my Mom brought me home from the hospital the day I was born, she named me Andrew John. My father on the other hand from day 1 till he passed away in '15 referred to me as Boy. Now there have been other name callings throughout the World, such as Gay, Homosexual, and the list builds up as a huge ladder. However, I will not tolerate anyone calling another person the 'N' word or other names in front of me. When anyone calls another person a real bad name, it hurts the other person and it puts a scar on them. The problem persists more and more and builds up deeper wounds. Sure, I have friends who happen to have a disability, sexual tendencies, plus other handicaps, I also have friends who are colored. But I don't go to them and call them every name in the book. The person with the hurt feelings are not the problem, the person who does the hurting is the problem. The name calling should really come to an end.