During a mental health forum, the quietest boy in the room, the one who rarely says more than a few words, spoke up, surprising everyone. He shared that he had been bullied, taunted, and even had things thrown at him in class. I was taken aback. Behind his calm smile was someone who had been hurting, silently crying out for help. We can think of ways to stop the bullying and to help him cope. But I pause. Lord, before anything else, show me the first step. Show me the way, that I may follow.