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- Story Listed as: True Life For Kids
- Theme: Survival / Success
- Subject: Life Experience
- Published: 03/30/2017
Power of Words
Born 1999, F, from LPC, PhilippinesThat was ten years ago, yet it is still fresh in my childhood memory. At a very young age, they taught me the power of words.
It was a sunny day, I was covered with dust and dirt as I rolled on the ground, playing. Just another ordinary day in my second grade class, that's what I thought. My teacher waved at my mom from afar then walked closer and asked,
"Mrs. Bit can we talk for a second?" she said, smiling.
My mom walked into a room and there they had a conversation. I wasn't allowed to be with my mom that moment so, I waited outside, assuming that it will be a great news.
My teacher thanked mom as she walked away. Mother looked at me and I felt immediately that something was not okay. As soon as we returned home, I couldn't help myself so I asked what they talked about. I asked more than I should, I didn't care if she would get annoyed or what, I wanted an answer.
"YOU'RE FAILING. She said that you're the only one failing in her class. And she's pretty sure that you're not going to make it to the top section, I'm sorry." Mom said as she held back her tears.
Those words ruined every piece of my childhood. That moment stopped the rotation and placed a ton on my shoulders. I was seven years old that time.
When I reached sixth grade, no hope can be seen in my eyes. Failing grades, reports from teachers and comparison of me with other students made me feel like I was nothing. No one believed in me. Not even myself.
I transferred to another school by seventh grade where I met this teacher. Everybody called her, "Miss Diana". She's sweet, jolly, an upbringing teacher, far from teachers I had before. She sat beside me one time and we talked.
"I was planning a group activity and I'm wondering if you could be a group leader" she said, cheerfully.
I hesitated at first. But then, she did everything just to convince me and it worked. I successfully led the group. From that moment, I learned to smile again. I felt the happiness that I lost after I bled from sharp words. I BELIEVED​ IN ME AGAIN. And that is when I knew the second power of words.
Now, I'm a former president of the top section. Award winning photojournalist and video editor. I've won awards that I thought were just a dream, a decade ago.
Words can either hurt or heal you. But it is in your hands if you're going to get up or lay down for the rest of your life. Now that you know how powerful words can be, go heal someone and change their life, forever.
Power of Words(Katrina)
That was ten years ago, yet it is still fresh in my childhood memory. At a very young age, they taught me the power of words.
It was a sunny day, I was covered with dust and dirt as I rolled on the ground, playing. Just another ordinary day in my second grade class, that's what I thought. My teacher waved at my mom from afar then walked closer and asked,
"Mrs. Bit can we talk for a second?" she said, smiling.
My mom walked into a room and there they had a conversation. I wasn't allowed to be with my mom that moment so, I waited outside, assuming that it will be a great news.
My teacher thanked mom as she walked away. Mother looked at me and I felt immediately that something was not okay. As soon as we returned home, I couldn't help myself so I asked what they talked about. I asked more than I should, I didn't care if she would get annoyed or what, I wanted an answer.
"YOU'RE FAILING. She said that you're the only one failing in her class. And she's pretty sure that you're not going to make it to the top section, I'm sorry." Mom said as she held back her tears.
Those words ruined every piece of my childhood. That moment stopped the rotation and placed a ton on my shoulders. I was seven years old that time.
When I reached sixth grade, no hope can be seen in my eyes. Failing grades, reports from teachers and comparison of me with other students made me feel like I was nothing. No one believed in me. Not even myself.
I transferred to another school by seventh grade where I met this teacher. Everybody called her, "Miss Diana". She's sweet, jolly, an upbringing teacher, far from teachers I had before. She sat beside me one time and we talked.
"I was planning a group activity and I'm wondering if you could be a group leader" she said, cheerfully.
I hesitated at first. But then, she did everything just to convince me and it worked. I successfully led the group. From that moment, I learned to smile again. I felt the happiness that I lost after I bled from sharp words. I BELIEVED​ IN ME AGAIN. And that is when I knew the second power of words.
Now, I'm a former president of the top section. Award winning photojournalist and video editor. I've won awards that I thought were just a dream, a decade ago.
Words can either hurt or heal you. But it is in your hands if you're going to get up or lay down for the rest of your life. Now that you know how powerful words can be, go heal someone and change their life, forever.
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