I grew up on the small side, as I have written before, and one of the things I think is funny, funny weird, not funny ha-ha!
Is the fact that even though I got beat up a lot, I ended up being a protector.
I do it because I know what it feels like to be on the receiving end of a bully, day after day.
So imagine my joy when I found this…
“Blessed is he who has regard for the weak;”