I learned early on that your behavior could be teaching lessons without realizing it.
When I was in school as a teen, I used to sit at a table with a boy that looked real different from me. It wasn't a thought out thing; there was a seat open. I was Goth, he was real trendy and clean cut. My social anxiety was too severe to make conversation, and he ignored me at first. Then one day he got curious about some stuff I was working on, and asked me about it. He retained interest in it, and he opened up to me more and more(and I talked as I was able, making a point to smile when I was too shy to adequately hold conversation).
One day, he confided that he had been a bully, and he hated kids who dressed like me to a point where he'd beat them up sometimes. He said our interactions had shown him his behavior was wrong, that I was a super nice person, and likely the other kids he had mistreated were as well. He said he'd never bully anyone over their appearance again.
You just never know who you're affecting, for the good or the bad.
When I was in school as a teen, I used to sit at a table with a boy that looked real different from me. It wasn't a thought out thing; there was a seat open. I was Goth, he was real trendy and clean cut. My social anxiety was too severe to make conversation, and he ignored me at first. Then one day he got curious about some stuff I was working on, and asked me about it. He retained interest in it, and he opened up to me more and more(and I talked as I was able, making a point to smile when I was too shy to adequately hold conversation).
One day, he confided that he had been a bully, and he hated kids who dressed like me to a point where he'd beat them up sometimes. He said our interactions had shown him his behavior was wrong, that I was a super nice person, and likely the other kids he had mistreated were as well. He said he'd never bully anyone over their appearance again.
You just never know who you're affecting, for the good or the bad.