The night I was cyber bullied

I was a victim of cyber bullying. It was not the first time actually, but the other time I didn’t have a voice to fight back. Last night I had a chance in real time to confront my attacker and fight back. Thankfully the visual has been removed from social media, but it has left me scarred.

As many people do on facebook, they ask their FB community for recommendations on a multitude of things, which is fine as we are all looking for the same thing, which is we want the best we can do in our lives. It could be a restaurant recommendation to spend your date night, finding the right person to clean your house, or in this case something travel related.

I don’t like to comment on these posts. Most people know someone in the travel industry. Everyone has the right to choose who they want to give their business to, even if it is not booking with a human but a computer.

Someone else I know tagged me in the recommendation process which I appreciate referrals always, but I would prefer if they came privately as I don’t want to get a notification every time someone recommends someone else and says they are best out there and can beat any price.

There were about 20 comments on this thread. Someone I knew from a past contact deliberately choose to comment on the one that had my name attached. This person had an agenda which was to berate me in public, say horrible things about my profession, my ethics and business acumen and more.

After someone on the thread defended me and said that if the prices were equal they would give the business to me. Again this person could have chosen one of many comments to state her erroneous, ignorant comments, but she chose this one and again attacked my credibility.

My reply to her was simple – leopards don’t change their spots, your behavior here proves you are the same as you were before. That fueled this person to be vile, disgusting and so disrespectful I was mortified.

I sent a private message to the person who started the conversation and thankfully agreed and deleted the post.

As a friend of social media I would ask you please not to tag me in your comments in the future. I have been a travel professional for 27 years. I am very well respected in my industry and if you choose to use me for your travel plans I appreciate your business and I am glad I earned your trust and respect.

As Ellen says at the end of her show, be kind to one another. Words hurt people. I am still not over what happened last night.

Thank you for reading. It would mean a lot to me if you shared this post with your community to show what cyber bullying looks like and how it makes people feel. It is not a good feeling.

Live your best life,

Lisa

Imagine

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Imagine there’s no heaven
It’s easy if you try
No hell below us
Above us only sky
Imagine all the people
Living for today…

Imagine there’s no countries
It isn’t hard to do
Nothing to kill or die for
And no religion too
Imagine all the people
Living life in peace…

You may say I’m a dreamer
But I’m not the only one
I hope someday you’ll join us
And the world will be as one

Imagine no possessions
I wonder if you can
No need for greed or hunger
A brotherhood of man
Imagine all the people
Sharing all the world…

You may say I’m a dreamer
But I’m not the only one
I hope someday you’ll join us
And the world will live as one

Caption this: December 8, 1980

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I don’t actually remember the night that John Lennon was killed. I was only nine at the time and probably knew Beatles songs from my parents listening to the oldies on the radio on a Saturday night. I guess that happens with historical events, over time and age you learn more and they develop and have more importance in your life.

I have a Rubbermaid tote at my parents house with magazines, and I can tell you that there is a People magazine in there with John Lennon’s face on it. I will have to go and find it and share it on a random Instagram photo. Indelible moments in time.

This year I watched a special with Barbara Walters and she interviewed Mark David Chapman which was fascinating. His personal history of mental illness, the time line before and the affect of his actions after. These are the types of shows that you can appreciate in adulthood to give you a broader understanding and knowledge.

The fnyc1irst time I went to New York and took the Hop On Hop Off  bus I hopped off at Central Park West and 72nd street. The intersection of The Dakota – the home of John and Yoko, where he was killed.

It will always be ‘the place’ where John Lennon was shot and killed. There is an entrance to Central Park across the street from the Dakota and the home to the beautiful memorial area and mosaic Strawberry Fields. I remember seeing it and just watching the people around this amazing piece of art in the park. There were flowers and pennies and of course lots of photos being taken. I didn’t see it, but there is a bronze plaque with the names of over 120 countries that gave money and sponsored the flowers and upkeep of the memorial area.

RIP John Lennon

Strawberry Fields

Let me take you down
‘Cause I’m going to Strawberry Fields
Nothing is real
And nothing to get hung about
Strawberry Fields forever
Living is easy with eyes closed
Misunderstanding all you see
It’s getting hard to be someone
But it all works out
It doesn’t matter much to me
Let me take you down
‘Cause I’m going to Strawberry Fields
Nothing is real
And nothing to get hung about
Strawberry Fields forever
No one I think is in my tree
I mean it must be high or low
That is you know you can’t tune it
But it’s all right
That is I think it’s not too bad