He had failed the 4th Grade – Twice!
When we were in the 6th grade together, he was the size of a Neanderthal – and I was the 3rd shortest boy in the class.
He was the chief bully.
He picked on me regularly – nothing physical, but really hurtful insults and intimidation in front of my classmates.
I and my friends were walking back from recess one spring day, when he lumbered up, confronted me (he was the predator & I was the prey), and insulted me one more time.
He smirked, turned, and started walking away.
Something snapped within me!
I ran up to him at full speed, leaped upon his back and put him in a choke-hold!
His arms flailed over his head, desperately trying to dislodge me, I just tightened my grip on his wind-pipe.
Finally, as a last resort, he fell backwards, knocking the wind out of me, and I let go.
He turned and put his big paw of a hand on my chest.
With fear in his eyes he shouted, “Why did you do that?”
I glared at him with primal rage and said: “If you ever do that again, I will kill you!”
He knew that I meant it and said: “I won’t mess with you if you won’t mess with me.”
“Promise?” I demanded.
“I promise.” he replied.
He walked away defeated – the biggest, meanest boy in the 6th grade.
He never broke the truce, nor did I.
P.S. It was years later that I realized that none of the “lesser bullies” ever bothered me – not that year or any of our years in school!