Monthly Archives: June 2009

Bite A Bully

Do  you know about bullies? Well, I do and they aren’t nice. I know that some of them have their own issues but that doesn’t make what they do to other kids OK! Bullies usually pick on kids who can’t or won’t fight back.  They pick on kids who get sad or angry. That means that they pick on kids who are different in some way. That’s what I say!

Personally, I don’t care for Homer Simpson very much and here is one of the reasons why. He said, “The code of the schoolyard, Marge! The rules that teach a boy to be a man. Let’s see. Don’t tattle. Always make fun of those different from you. Never say anything, unless you’re sure everyone feels exactly the same way you do.”

When my mom and I were talking about bullying, she said how different life is today. She said she was taught that, “Sticks and stones can break your bones but words can never hurt you!”  Well, guess what? That isn’t the way it is today. Kids who are bullied can die if no one stops the bullies.

Teachers, schools, parents and all kids need to step in immediately and DO SOMETHING to stop it!

I told my mom that if I ever see a bully being mean, I will bite ‘em! Guess what? Even though she always taught me to be kind to everyone, she didn’t say I shouldn’t bite a bully. I think that maybe that means that she wants me to protect any kids who are being bullied any way I can. So, since I’m in a wheelchair, I guess I’ll just have to bite ‘em. Don’t you agree? Will you be way cool and help me stop bullies?  Please?

Overweight Bodies!

I felt very sad yesterday and couldn’t write on my blog because I kept crying. Then my mom said to me, “Rugby Jones, don’t just cry about it. Do something about it!” I can’t believe that I had forgotten that part ‘cuz I always try to make a difference. Don’t you agree?

So here’s what happened. My mom and I went to a little strip mall to buy something and we were walking down the sidewalk. Well, she was walking and I was riding in my red wagon because it was so hot. We were enjoying the day when we came upon a beautiful girl who leaning on a post and was crying very hard. My mom asked her if she was OK. She looked at my mom and said, “No, I’m not OK.”

Then she started to cry again. My mom asked her if we could help her in any way. She looked at my mom and said, “The only way you could help me would be if you could make me thin and pretty. I hate myself. I’m so tired of listening to jokes about me.  People make fun of me and and call me mean names like, Fatso, Fatty Mattie, Blubber, Ten Ton Tessie and worse.”  Then she started to cry again but this time her head dropped and she saw me in my wagon.

Suddenly, she  forgot her tears and asked my mom, “Why is your dog in that wagon?” My mom told her that my back legs didn’t work and that I usually get around in my wheelchair. She asked my mom if she could pet me. My mom said, “Sure. He would love that.”

“‘Hello.” I said to the girl. “Please ask me that question. I’m here in the conversation too. Please don’t act like I’m not here.”  “Oh,” she said. “I’m sorry. What’s your name?”

I told her “Rugby Jones” and she asked me why I wasn’t acting sad since I couldn’t walk. I told her that I wasn’t sad. She gave me a funny look. “Don’t people make fun of you?” I told her, “Nope. They don’t because I am very smart, very funny and way cool. Besides, I do lots of other things better than walk.”

She knelt down and hugged me. She told me that I had made her feel better. I really didn’t know why except that I told her that the only problem with extra weight is that it isn’t healthy. What’s on the outside just doesn’t matter. It’s what’s on the inside of people that counts. Don’t you agree?

She asked if we could be friends and I told her that we’d love that. When we left her, I was sad ‘cuz I kept thinking that if people just knew how bad she was feeling, they might not be so unkind. I felt so sad because people seemed to focus on her weight and not her pretty face or her sensitivity and kindness. That happens a lot when anyone is different from the others. So, now you know. That’s why I was sad yesterday.

I’m not sad today because if even one person learned a lesson from me,  then that will make a difference in this wonderful world of ours. Don’t you agree?

Photo by Emilio Laborador

Curious Katie

Katie is in big trouble spelled with a capital T! My mom just caught her trying to climb up to the hummingbird feeder. I wonder what she was  trying  to do. I sure hope she was just being our usual curious Katie and not trying to be mean or to hurt the hummingbirds. I bet…

Miracle, the Cat…

My friend…well sort of my friend…is named Miracle. She lost her tail when a fox or a raccoon fought with her. Did you know that cats balance themselves with their tails? Well they do and guess what? Even though Miracle doesn’t have a tail anymore, she gets along great and has relearned how to balance…