I can still smell the sand on the playground. I can still hear the chains jingle from the swings. I can still feel the touch of the plastic slides. I remember everything like it was yesterday. I was in 2nd Grade, and I got one of my first passion storms. There was a kid in my class that everyone loved to pick on. He was a tad slow, and everyone harassed him about it. I could not. I didn't like bullies, and I certainly didn't understand why everyone had to pick on anyone in the first place. I watched this student every day get teased, and I didn't do anything. One day though, the passion storm came rolling in, and I wasn't going to stand by for one more second. The storm hit faster than a car on a racing track. I didn't expect it. Anger was rising up in me, and then my passion carried through. A group of boys were pushing and circling around that student, and no one was helping him. He was crying, and I watched as no one came to rescue him. The passion storm was not going to allow me to stay quiet. I was going to roll in something fierce, and those bullies wouldn't know what hit them. All of a sudden, I start running as fast I could toward that group of boys, and I started yelling at them saying something profound like, "You and you, not cool. You're mean." I am sure it was totally legit. I pushed the bullies off the student, and then I held his hand and walked him off the playground. The passion storm made it's way in, and it then made it's exit. It left behind remnants of the journey it made. The passion storm came to get me angry and move me to action. It created a sense of urgency, and I was to do something about it. From that moment on, I decided to take a stance against bullies. Passion storms have come and gone throughout my life. They heighten my senses, increase my intuition, and direct me to causes that need someone to stand up for them. I haven't heard from that student in 16 years, but I will never forget him. What he endured was horrendous. I was glad I could for one moment help him. I think about the times I didn't, and it makes me so sad. Those passion storms roll in for a reason. We are not meant to stand idly by. We are meant to protect and love each other, and passion storms will come throughout your life just like it does for me to remind us that there are so many people, animals, things, and causes to stand up for.
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