When I was around 10 years old we moved into a new neighborhood. There was this kid who was a year old and a head taller than me, who keep picking on me and bullying me. One day he was riding his bicycle past me while swinging a long stick trying to hit me. So I went into my house sobbing to my Dad about the mean kid. My father told me to go back outside and kick the kids ass if he bothered me again, or else he was going whip my butt with his belt.
I was far more in fear of my father than the bully. So I waited on the curb for the kid from hell to return, while my father stood watching me at the window.
Sure enough here came the bully on his bike heading right for me swing the stick. Just as soon as he got near, I leaped on him, knock him off his bike, and began punching him until he started crying and ran away.
That was the day I learned how to deal with a bully, and who I was as a person. The kid and I later became best friends all thru school.
Unfortunately, today, the parents would have called the police, and their precious little Johnny would grow up to be a limp wristed wimp. ....