---- — To the editor:
The other day, I was in tears as I watched a news report about a group of young boys rallying around one of their classmates who was being bullied because he could not speak well. I will never know why children get satisfaction out of making someone else a target of hate. I guess they have never been taught the rules or no one cares.
I grew up in a small town, which was wonderful. One day, one of my classmates was stricken with polio. As a result, he could not be like other boys riding bikes and the like because he had to wear a leg brace.
The boys in town picked him up to give him rides to town events and school programs. They had him bat in baseball games | he would hit the ball and another boy would run the bases for him. His friends who did these things for him were of the same age. These boys could not have been kinder.
I do not know what happened to our youth in many ways. I hope it changes.
I have to credit the wonderful Pollard School in Plaistow for what I learned in my youth. It was and still is a credit to the community.
These things took place in the late 1930s and early 1940s. I am sure not everything was perfect but I will always remember such kindness that I will never forget.