Today while I was trying to explain a game to a 14 year old African American boy, an ill-mannered teen interrupted with some of the most foul racial slurs I've heard. He didn't just stop at 1. Nor did he stop at 5-6. He went on and on without ceasing. Anyone could see the young boy, was clearly a victim of hatred, and bigotry.

After being picked apart, practically down to his bones, he desperately asked me for help. And that's when I realized, I had sat back and just watched. I didn't really know what to say, it wasn't my fight, and I had no witty grenades to toss.
Being uncomfortable already, I knew my words would probably only make things worse for him.

But who am I to just stand there and watch someone be punished for obviously no reason?
I gathered myself together, and interrupted with my views on equality, for I believe strongly, we're all equal. Made of the same body parts and share common, everyday struggles.

Immediately the attention was redirected from the boy, and onto me. I was being taunted for being a woman!
Us women apparently are only good for cooking, cleaning, sex, and beating.

Now, all of this really did fire me up, and put me in an absolutely TERRIBLE mood. But the one thing that stood out to me, was that he said he hoped I got cancer.
What the hell kind of comment is that?

I don't care how much you dislike someone, to wish cancer on someone is almost as damaging as giving someone AIDs or directly killing someone.
It kills a little bit of your soul, regardless of knowing you'll never even see this person again.

Do I want this person to suffer from some type of cancer? Absolutely not.
Do I want this person to burn in hell? Yes. He can have his time on earth now. But when the time comes, I hope he has to suffer for wishing such a thing.
I know it probably makes me just as bad as him. But I feel a little more generous, in offering the rest of his earthly life.