When I young, I grew up open minded, and I was told that God loved everybody no matter what skin color we were. At my last school I had friends of different races and got along with them fine. But then my family moved to another town and I had to change schools. The first day of my new school, I saw that I was the only black person in the room which it never bothered me. I think it bother the ones who were already there. Once I sat down in the very back these three white girls were staring at me and some was really angry to see me become a part of their world. ''Just what we need is another black girl in our school, said one girl!” The girls did not even know me and they were calling me racist. She than kept asking me things like'' How many black kids were in your school. I was so shocked that I did not know what to say! All I said that I was not racist and that to me everybody was the same in God's eyes. I felt like Ruby Bridges; being the only black girl in the class.
One day one girl felt sorry for me and began talking to me and she even risked her life by becoming friends with me. I must say that these girls were evil and cruel. I thought the only way to make these girls back off of me was for me to stand up to them and let them know that we are all the same, regardless of our skin color. The story goes way beyond this but I just want to share this part with you because even though what the girls did to me and all the name calling, I have forgiven them all because that is the Godly thing to do.