“I seen it”
“You SAW it. It’s your grammar. She doesn’t like you because your grammar sucks.”
Tears instantly ran down my face. My heart gained fifteen pounds in five seconds. The words on my phone became blurred. I no longer cared what he had to say. I needed to walk away.
My heart hurt.
There was no reason to reply to him, it wasn’t his fault. He hadn’t been hackling with the hens about why I wasn’t invited to the new blogging group. He didn’t want to be in the middle but that’s exactly where he was- right dab in the middle of my heart ache. But it wasn’t his words that hurt, it was hers.
I sobbed for hours.
She was friendly to my face which gave her words the ability to slice my heart in half.
Tears slowly escaped one by one for days.
Time spent writing was time wasted in vain. It’s time I can’t get back, time that could have been spent with my husband and children.
I sulked for weeks.
Quitting was the most viable option. If every blogger lacked compassion, walking away would be easy.
Then again, I’m no quitter. And I am firm believer that no two people are exactly alike.
Announcing to my blogging crew the possibility of my departure was harder than telling my Puerto Rican father I was pregnant out of wedlock.
The “no, you can’t leave” I expected was actually “no, you aren’t leaving” from them. Their reaction melted my heart. I felt wanted.
These are people I have never met. People who could walk pass me on the street and not recognize me. People who have never heard my laugh or seen me smile. People who like me for who I am.
These are people I adore.
Within days of being told my grammar sucked The Original Bunker Punks (the actual website) created something to not only make me feel better but to help others in similar situations.
The Original Bunker Punks (their Facebook page) have stood by me and created a movement in order to spread compassion across the blogging community.
These people have taken me under their wings and taught me the tidbits of knowledge I should have acquired in school. The compassion in their criticism is crucial. Each of them have helped me become a better writer because of something they have done or said along the way. I have flourished because of them.
For that, I am forever thankful.
Without compassion from The Original Bunker Punks I would not be here writing this right now.