It looks like a lot of people in this thread fought back against their bully and stomped him. Ok now, 'fess up, who fought back and got whooped? Let's hear it...
LOL, people aren't going to be as apt to tell those stories.
It looks like a lot of people in this thread fought back against their bully and stomped him. Ok now, 'fess up, who fought back and got whooped? Let's hear it...
"Men ought either to be indulged or utterly destroyed, for if you merely offend them they take vengeance, but if you injure them greatly they are unable to retaliate, so that the injury done to a man ought to be such that vengeance cannot be feared." (Quote by - Niccolo Machiavelli)
It looks like a lot of people in this thread fought back against their bully and stomped him. Ok now, 'fess up, who fought back and got whooped? Let's hear it...
I know there are plenty of people in the world who could kick my ass, I just luckily havent met them yet
Nice job Casey if you continue to take that type of Abuse, who knows?? Maybe someday you will become president of the U.S.A. and go around to other countries apologizing for your countries past hero's actions. I'm just saying.......Barry was probably bullied.
I've always taught my kids that there is a time to fight back. The trick can sometimes be knowing when that time is. I also told them that they may have to face consequences even for defending themselves. Even if those consequences are unjust, they are seldom worse than allowing the situation to continue.
As a kid (around 12 or 13) I delivered newspapers. The local bully often gave me a pretty hard time. I started bringing my faithful dog with me all the time and he defended me more than once. All that did was provoke them to watch for a time I didn't have the dog with me. One day he had a couple friends with him egging him on. I had enough. I threw my stuff on the ground and said "Let's go!". He was a stronger, older kid and pretty much just toyed with me. He would get me in a headlock and ask me if I had enough. I refused to answer. Every time he let go, I went at him again. I'd get knocked down, and I'd get right back up. I refused to quit. Just when I thought it was never going to end, he pushed me off of him, called me crazy and walked away with his friends. I was sore for days. I also never had any trouble with him again.
This all happened right down the street from my house. I didn't know it but my dad watched the whole thing. After I finished my route and came home, Dad gave me a look I hadn't seen before. He took me out to the garage later on the pretext of having me help work on the car. As he was poking around under the hood, he told me he saw what happened and asked me if I was OK. Of course I wasn't but I said I was. He gave me that same look again, then he reached in the garage fridge and handed me a beer. "Here, I think you earned this today." I could barely choke it down but I enjoyed every drop while Dad had one with me. Then he told me "I know you don't feel like it, but you won that fight...and don't tell your mom about the beer."
I agree with Benny, that is a great story. I am glad you won. You had a good dad too.I've always taught my kids that there is a time to fight back. The trick can sometimes be knowing when that time is. I also told them that they may have to face consequences even for defending themselves. Even if those consequences are unjust, they are seldom worse than allowing the situation to continue.
As a kid (around 12 or 13) I delivered newspapers. The local bully often gave me a pretty hard time. I started bringing my faithful dog with me all the time and he defended me more than once. All that did was provoke them to watch for a time I didn't have the dog with me. One day he had a couple friends with him egging him on. I had enough. I threw my stuff on the ground and said "Let's go!". He was a stronger, older kid and pretty much just toyed with me. He would get me in a headlock and ask me if I had enough. I refused to answer. Every time he let go, I went at him again. I'd get knocked down, and I'd get right back up. I refused to quit. Just when I thought it was never going to end, he pushed me off of him, called me crazy and walked away with his friends. I was sore for days. I also never had any trouble with him again.
This all happened right down the street from my house. I didn't know it but my dad watched the whole thing. After I finished my route and came home, Dad gave me a look I hadn't seen before. He took me out to the garage later on the pretext of having me help work on the car. As he was poking around under the hood, he told me he saw what happened and asked me if I was OK. Of course I wasn't but I said I was. He gave me that same look again, then he reached in the garage fridge and handed me a beer. "Here, I think you earned this today." I could barely choke it down but I enjoyed every drop while Dad had one with me. Then he told me "I know you don't feel like it, but you won that fight...and don't tell your mom about the beer."
I am a school bus driver - special ed.
A few years ago, I had a child on my bus who didn't talk or bother anyone. (He had issues - Autism?) He was always smiling.
I also had another boy on the bus who liked to "pick on" other students. (Bully) The bully kept picking on the special needs child - for days. One day the special needs boy jumped up, put his hands around the neck of the bully, shook him, and knocked him down. (Yeah!) (Then he just sat down for the rest of the trip.) The bully NEVER bothered the special needs child - or any other after that.
Some of my kids are on my bus because of behavior issues, others have physical and/or mental (non violent) issues.
Bully = coward! The ONLY to deal with a bully effectively, is to stand up to him/her. ASAP.
School administrators like his are what is wrong with America today.
take a good listen... sounds like no accent I've heard in America. sounds like South African accent to me.