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!


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