😄😆🤣😅 Wow! What a great story! Totally has reminded me of some memories of 8th grade. First, I, too, had a green polo shirt leftover from 7th grade. Second, my "finding my voice" moment was while playing floor hockey in gym class. There was a kid on the other team checking guys into the room divider and never got called for it. So I took it upon myself to body check this guy to give him a taste of his own medicine. Well, he didn't like it and for the first time in my life I stood up for myself. I don't remember what I said, but it wasn't "pastor language" (@$#&$% you, too!). People treated me with more respect and I for once respected myself after that. Thank you for helping me remember.
Glad you enjoyed it - and glad it brought back your own stories! I'd love to compare our 7th grade polos. Ha! And yes, I do imagine that moment was the most pastor-ish language :). Thanks for sharing this, Scott!
😄😆🤣😅 Wow! What a great story! Totally has reminded me of some memories of 8th grade. First, I, too, had a green polo shirt leftover from 7th grade. Second, my "finding my voice" moment was while playing floor hockey in gym class. There was a kid on the other team checking guys into the room divider and never got called for it. So I took it upon myself to body check this guy to give him a taste of his own medicine. Well, he didn't like it and for the first time in my life I stood up for myself. I don't remember what I said, but it wasn't "pastor language" (@$#&$% you, too!). People treated me with more respect and I for once respected myself after that. Thank you for helping me remember.
Glad you enjoyed it - and glad it brought back your own stories! I'd love to compare our 7th grade polos. Ha! And yes, I do imagine that moment was the most pastor-ish language :). Thanks for sharing this, Scott!