Good story Bug, mine was similar. When I was in the 4th grade a high schooler decided he didn't like me and started picking on me every day. The first couple of days he hurt me enough to draw tears. The next day he had me held against the bus window by my neck daring me to cry. When the bus driver saw this he yelled at the high schooler who let me go and tried to act innocent. I latched onto his ear and held on like a pit bull. Blood was everywhere and it took the bus driver and 3 other students to pry me off of his head. They had to stitch his ear back on in the ER but I was never bullied on the bus again. After that I learned that bullies play by a code, they will only fight if the odds are in their favor. They do not ever expect their target to poke them in the eyes or kick them in the crotch or do anything but take their punishment. I went home that night and told my dad what had happened and asked him to teach me not just to fight but to fight dirty.
There was a school meeting after that about what had happened. My dad laughed them all out of the room when the 150 lb high schooler tried to say I caused 27 stitches for no reason.
Recently this came full circle when my son showed up at the house with a bloody nose. He has an adrenal insufficiency and although he is 12 his body is the size of an 8 year old. We are correcting it with shots but you can imagine my anger when he told me that 2 older boys in the next neighborhood followed him off the bus and pushed him down and bloodied his nose. Like me, he can be a smart azz so I knew he was partially to blame but nothing he could have said warranted 2 100 lb boys to push a 50 lb boy down and punch him in the nose. I knew where each boy lived and drove to their house with my son in the truck. At the first house the boy is being raised by his single mother. She was completely shocked and promised that it wouldn't happen again.
At the second house I was met by the father of the second boy. He refused to believe that his son could do such a thing and was fairly antagonistic about it. I told him that I would let it go this time but if this ever happened again and his son was involved I would blame him personally and that if he should ever see my truck in front of his house he should dial 911 before answering the door because somebody would be going to the hospital.
Later that night the door bell rang and it was both boys with their parents. Both boys appologized to me and my son and promised that we wouldn't have any more trouble. Their parents also appologized and the antagonistic father shook my hand. It seems both boys had their parents snowballed until this came to light.
My son doesn't have the mean streak I did but he is learning to protect himself and I would like to sign him up for boxing in the future.
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Originally Posted by RoadToad
