No one of any age likes being rejected. It doesn’t matter if it happens on a playground or in the work place. Being rejected hurts. When we hurt, we attempt to protect ourselves. We build walls, strong barriers against further rejection. Over years, the resolve to never be hurt again merely deepens, and our attitudes become more rigid, making it all the more difficult for us to change.
Go ahead. Call me Pollyanna. I refuse to accept that the effects of whatever hurtful acts were first perpetrated upon us, were meant to continue for a lifetime. Furthermore, I believe in kindness and acceptance. I believe, over time, when one experiences acceptance, respect, and love – to whatever degree they can be provided – hurt and rejection will slowly melt into the darkness of our pasts. In their place, will blossom a new person who is astounded that such kindness is being directed at them.
Even if only offered in small acts, if only able to be offered sporadically, the person on the receiving end will learn to recognize goodness. He or she will know the blessing of acceptance and will eventually long to share it with others because it feels so very good.
Yes, rejection always hurts…but kindness and acceptance will always hold a greater impact. Be kind to one another. Do good to those who hate you. Seems like I’ve heard those words somewhere else….
The Prisoner's Prayer Book 