Jer

I hated the word "jer". It was a word that was used to describe someone who was mean or unkind. I never thought of myself as a jerk, but I guess I could be one sometimes.

I remember one time when I was in elementary school, I was playing with a group of friends. One of my friends, let's call him Billy, was being really annoying. He kept teasing me and calling me names. I got so mad that I pushed him down.

Billy started crying and ran to tell the teacher. The teacher came over and asked me what happened. I told her that Billy was being mean to me, but she didn't believe me. She said that I was the one who was being mean and that I needed to apologize to Billy.

I didn't want to apologize to Billy, but I knew that I had to. I went over to him and said, "I'm sorry for pushing you down." Billy looked at me with tears in his eyes and said, "It's okay."

I was surprised by Billy's reaction. I thought he would be mad at me, but he wasn't. He seemed to understand that I had been frustrated and that I didn't mean to hurt him.

That day, I learned that it's important to be kind to others, even when they're being mean to you. It's also important to apologize when you've done something wrong. Even if the other person doesn't forgive you, it's still the right thing to do.

I'm not perfect, and I still say and do things that I regret. But I try to be a good person, and I try to treat others with kindness and respect.

I know that I'm not the only one who struggles with being a jerk sometimes. We all have our moments. But I believe that we can all be better people if we try.