Beating The Odds

Roberta shares a {My World Picture}

When we beat the odds that we face, it changes us. It frees us from our self imposed cage of fear

David was a big boy with sandy red hair, lots of freckles, and a mean disposition. What he said wasn’t questioned, even among the bigger boys. Up beside him I felt very small and timid. I hated the fact that my younger brother and I, rode the same big yellow school bus that he did.
I was one of the smallest and youngest girls on the bus, and I dreaded that ride each morning. Even though I tried to make my self invisible, David usually managed to find the seat behind me and make me his target. All the way to school, he tantalized while I fought girl tears that I was much to proud to give in to. I never once thought about defending myself against such odds. I saw myself as a skinny little kid who was no match for my problem.
Then one morning when I got on the bus something had changed. It wasn’t the situation. It was the same. I had changed. What happened made a huge impact on the way I view problems today.