Analysis of a Song

Unfortunately, I did not catch  the  name of the song we listened to in class which was accompanied by a video.

The video showed a young girl with braces being bullied by the other girls in school. The fact that she was a pretty girl was undoubtedly one reason for making her an outcast of the group.

When the young girl ran home and started crying on her couch, her dog approach her and started licking her  At that point, her sadness went away.  However, before long, this girl's dog became sick and had to be 'put to sleep', which caused her great distress.

Fortunately, this young girl had a family which took the time and energy to find a way to make her happy again.  They gave her another dog to love for her birthday.

What struck me about this film is how long bullying has been around. At 66, I still remember being the object of bullying. I had hoped that as a people we would have become more civilized by now.  Obviously, that's not the case.

I guess there will always be people who try to raise themselves by putting others down.  This reminds me of a line from "Othello."  Iago says, "He who steals my purse steals trash.  But he who filches my good name robs me of that which not enriches him, and leaves me poor indeed."  

It's an old story that rings too true too often.

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