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Be a Hero

I was never consider pretty or smart in high school. In fact, you wouldn't even consider looking at me twice if you walked passed me. I was beyond ordinary. Most of the Asian girls In my school are smart. They get scholarships and recognition from the school for outstanding academic. As for me, I never got those awards nor have I ever got an outstanding anything in any course I took. I didn't fit the typical Asian stereotype.

When you are in a school that consider you a minority you tend to surround yourself with those who are most like yourself, So I made friends with the other Chinese-Americans. I remembered struggling to fit in. Competition has always been high in Chinese-American families. I felt my lack of accomplishments brought my family shame. I wasn't getting straight A's in all my classes and I was starting to get cast out. They started to judge me. They questioned if I was really Chinese. To them I didn't look Chinese and my grades definitely didn't prove I was worthy of being one.

It didn't take long before I was cast out completely. I was alone. For several months I would hide behind the gym to eat lunch and avoid these people who were the most like me. I didn't like the way they looked at me and I didn't like how they whisper things about me.

One day, I notice two new Asian girls were in my Biology class. They were sisters, Jina and Jisoo. They just moved here from Korea with their father who was a pastor at a local Korean church.  The teacher assigned them to sit with me so they feel more comfortable. For the first couple of days, I spend my time showing them around school. Despite our language barrier, we quickly became friends. They invited me to their home and cooked me home made Korean food. That was the first time I had Sul Lung Tang . As the school year went by, they were requited by the other Koreans. However, they didn't stop being friends with me and they never judged me. I remember one time, one of the other Chinese girls came up to me and ask me if my mom had an affair with an Korean man and that is why I look like a Korean and hang out with Koreans. My eyes started tearing up. I was frozen and couldn't react by the embarrassment.  Next thing I know Jisoo pushed the other girl out of my face and said, "She must be Korean, because she is nothing like you." She grabbed my hand and her and Jina walked me to class. That was the first time I felt there were heroes in this world. Jisoo was younger then me and much smaller. The little her was so brave. I will never forget what she did for me. Over the years I lost touch with Jina and Jisoo, but i never forgot what their friendship meant to me. They taught me what real friendship is. They taught me that just because we did not share the same ethnic background, doesn't mean we can't be friends. I am really thankful to have them come into my life when I needed them the most. Without them, I wouldn't have known there were actually genuine people in this world. When you are young, the world can be so cruel. Every problem seems like the end of the world. No one to understand and no one can help. Being bullied was nothing new to me, but being saved was something I never thought would happened.

Bullying happens no matter where you live or what school you go to. I was fortunate enough to have Jina and Jisoo came into my life and I will never forget what they did for me. Be that person that someone will never forget. We need more heroes in this world.






10 comments:

  1. Lovely post Janie. It's in rough moments like these that make you appreciate the great things in life, no matter how small or big they are. T'is why I love your so humble spirit. Stay sweet!

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    1. Thanks Sara~ Thank you for always leaving me positive and encouraging comments. P.S - I really love the drawing you did of Jen~ It's absolutely gorgeous. You are so talented!

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    2. Thank you Janie :) No need for thanks hun!

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  2. thanks for sharing your story love. there are times when we just feel like we belong anywhere, but i strongly believe there is a home for everyone. where there are people you love you dearly, you will always have a home :]

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    1. That is true~ There is a place for everyone. No one should be cast out because they are different!

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  3. This is such a nice post, I teared a little 3o3
    In middle school I had a similar situation. I'm half Spanish (from El Salvador), but EVERYONE thought I was Asian, even the Spanish kids at school. Some girl even started a terrible rumor about me that I was racist towards Spanish people and No one ever believed me when I told them my mom was Spanish. All of the Asian kids at school knew I wasn't Asian though, and believed me (they weren't ignorant like the majority of the rest of the school), but they still accepted with me, and I had more Asian friends than Spanish friends. Really, ethnicity/race doesn't matter... it all comes down to the people who accept you for YOU :) <3

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    1. I'm sorry you had to go through that dear! You are too smart and beautiful to let them bring you down. I am glad that there are good people in your life to show you how a real human being should act. Thank you for sharing your story with me! <3

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    2. Hehe ^_^ The saying is true that "What doesn't kill you makes you stronger" :)

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  4. thanks for sharing, i love reading honest and beautiful posts like this. :)

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  5. I used to experience the same thing during my high school years. I was different from my classmates and had a hard time trying to fit in. I was always the one sitting at the corner of my class alone, ignored by everybody. But I thank God that towards the end of my high school days, I was blessed with two good friends who stuck with me through thick and thin. They are my absolute best friends now, and they're precious to me :)

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