No. 146 Bullying Training 1 I’m Wetting Myself

Out in the open, where no one was around, I gently stretched both hands toward the sky. The wind slipped through my fingers, and my sleeves fluttered down. Not as “I,” but as “me,” I simply looked straight up. Just doing that makes me feel somehow very free. When I stand on tiptoe, my heart feels a little lighter, too. It’s as if the invisible bonds holding me back have suddenly snapped. The clear winter sky stretches endlessly high, and my small palms, of course, can’t grasp anything. But for the first time, I realized I like the fact that I’m trying to reach out. Under this sky, I am myself. Just that alone makes today a little special.