I have always lived by the Golden Rule, “treat others the way you want to be treated”. That includes standing up for others who are being treated in an unfair way.
One seemingly normal day in third grade, I was walking around at recess, and saw a group of girls verbally harassing another girl.This girl was very small, had blonde hair, and glasses.
I was walking with my best friend. We heard them yelling harshly at this girl who is no more than a fellow peer. We've never formally met her, but we could not believe the way they were treating her.
Since we didn't really know her, we just walked away, and didn't say anything.
As that day went on, I began to feel guilty for just watching that girl being treated the way she had been.
My friend and I kept bringing up that we didn't do anything to help her, and we just kept feeling bad about it.
For days and days after that, I wondered, has she been treated like that again, and how she felt. I kept thinking on how she did not deserve to be treated that way, and constantly felt bad for her.
A few days later, I sat near the girl in the hallway when we were waiting for the bus. She had a frown on her face and looked as if she was on the verge of tears.
I wondered if the sadness had anything to do with what I saw days prior to that. Then I thought that maybe it had to do with something else,not with what I had saw.
A few days after that, I was walking to my bus and saw another group of kids picking on her. I didn't understand what was going on, she seemed like a very nice person. I didn't understand what she had done to deserve this.
Once again, I continued to be a bystander and walked past this. At the time, this group of people scared me. When I was younger, I was a lot shyer than I am now. Every time I walked by them, I looked the other way, hoping not to make eye contact. I did not say anything, because I did not want to cross paths with.
Every time I saw this girl, I continued to feel worse and worse.
Days later, I was with my friend again, and we saw the original group of girls who we had saw tormenting her, and decided we had seen enough of this girl being treated in this terrible way. We stood there for about a minute, and finally gained the courage to say something.
The memory is not exact, but we shouted something along the lines of, “How would you feel if you were being treated this way? I have watched you time and time again treat this girl poorly and she is not deserving of what you are doing"
After standing up for her, I noticed as I walked through the hallway no one was picking on her, and every time I saw her in the hallway she was smiling and laughing along with other people.
A few days later, she approached me, thanked me for telling the group of girls to stop , and informed me that they haven't said anything else since I had said something.
I was very happy to hear that she was treated better from then on.
Very shortly after that, the girl who I stood up for, became one of my closest friends. Standing up for her acted as a starting point of our friendship.
Standing up for her both helped her, and myself. I learned to always stand up for others who are being treated in a cruel way.
Ever since third grade when my best friend and I stood up for the small blonde girl, all three of us have been best friends.