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Kids, bullies, and fighting
ATHOMSON
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I didn't want to hijack the other thread.
My dad's rule was an * whooping for fighting for any reason. He said if it was worth fighting for; then the consequences didn't matter.
My little sister had leukemia and had to wear a wig. A guy on the bus pulled her wig off. I tried my best to beat him to death, but he survived. 35 years later, he still avoids me like the plague.
The school called my mom and she called my dad. He told the principle to whip my butt and I would understand. I did understand and I didn't care.
It taught me to only fight for the things that truly mattered.
AT
My dad's rule was an * whooping for fighting for any reason. He said if it was worth fighting for; then the consequences didn't matter.
My little sister had leukemia and had to wear a wig. A guy on the bus pulled her wig off. I tried my best to beat him to death, but he survived. 35 years later, he still avoids me like the plague.
The school called my mom and she called my dad. He told the principle to whip my butt and I would understand. I did understand and I didn't care.
It taught me to only fight for the things that truly mattered.
AT
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My rules were i better not swing first or start it and i better not come home crying OR I WOULD HAVE SOMETHING TO CRY ABOUT when my dad got home.
how it was in my house too...
"My kid is being picked on" "They need to monitor every moment that my child is at the school" "I'm going to BE at the school every waking moment to witness every moment of their lives"
If they would teach their kids to have a little more self confidence and what DOES and DOESN'T matter their offspring would come out a whole lot better.....but instead some that I know spend YEARS complaining and whining. They are teaching their kids to be the perfect "victim."
One time at school I came upon my nephew with a 12th grader in his face. I asked if there was a problem. You see there was something called the 12 grade wall no one but the 12th graders and their select underclassmen were allowed to sit on. My nephew simply was too close to the wall for one upperclassmen.
So I made it clear if he thought he wanted a piece of my nephew he was going to have to go through me. He thretend me with his backup on the wall, all bigger guys then me but really paying the three of us no mind. He said all those guys will back me up.
I looked right in his eyes and told him I did not care how many goons I had to fight they all had to go through me before they would touch my nephew. I guess he knew I was serious because he walked away. Funny thing was I fully expected to get a full beatdown. [:D]
compared to you guys.
I can't ever remember getting
into a fight in school.
I beat the thunder out of a bunch of guys at school and lo & behold, people stopped messing with me. Developed an appetite for fighting that lasted decades.
These trophies represent about 150-175 tournament karate bouts. And while a karate bout isn't a real fight, they are real punches and kicks to the face by guys that can do it very hard. I'd guess I've taken more strikes to the head than most guys received on 50 lifetimes...might explain why I sometimes have trouble remembering my phone number. [:D]
Second year of Junior High school, I was failing music class and decided I had better do something. So I put some real effort into the class. One kid in the class, who had one of those fathers who taught him to Box and encouraged him to be aggressive, had the hots for the Music teacher. Every time she would give me a compliment on some classwork, he'd beat my *. The kid was also a consummate liar and had that talent to make adults like him. Personable, charismatic and a stone bully.
After around the third time I got really angry, I was tired of hurting all the time. I saw him walking home from school, something snapped. I got up a good head of steam pedaling my bicycle, likely around 25-30 MPH and ran me and the bike right into the center of his back. Dinged him up pretty good, broke his arm. He ran every time he saw me after that.
Don't start no stuff, don't take no stuff. Street fighters will usually win in the end and pretty much anything goes. Playing somebody elses game, by their rules, is sure to be a looser. Use your head and make your own rules. Mean will usually beat talent in a fight. And lastly, it usually doesn't really hurt until the next day, so get your licks in now before the pain starts.
By the middle of High School only the very stupid or very arrogant would try me on for size, few succeeded.