When I was little and would get picked on by my class mates (because I have always been little, and never been great at confrontation) he would remind me that life is long, and sometimes the people we think are important at one moment will be inconsequential in the scheme of things. He didn't try and tell me "a reason, a season, a life time" because my Dad doesn't bull shit around like that. He simply told me sometimes people aren't what you think they are, but if you are lucky you will meet people who will not only understand you, but they will make you happy that you are yourself.
Then he bought a punch bag and tried to teach me how to deal with confrontation.
Sometimes when I'm having a terrible day I remember the things like this that my Dad taught me in order to get through it.
Ultimately I am lucky to have amazing people in my life; amazing friends who love me for who I am. And instead of just having one or two people like this, I have managed to accumulate them around me as I get older.
But also it is good to remember that sometimes punching things really does make you feel better.
Thanks Dad!
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