Getting the Best of Blustering Bullies

bully with slingshotGrowing up I was often made fun of for being a rambunctious kid that couldn’t sit still or obey very well. I even overheard my second grade teacher complaining to others about how difficult I was. And whenever I felt intimidated or hurt, I felt provoked to fight, rather than flight. But my response always created even more trouble for me.

When I was in sixth grade, there were two older boys who often waited by my bus stop for me and my little brother to get home from school.  They were a lot bigger than us, and as mean as rabid pit bulls.  They rode their bikes in circles around us and called us names while we walked home every day.  It didn’t bother me to be called names because I could hurl flaming insults right back with the best of them.  But when they started getting physical a vicious fire rumbled inside of me that spawned an evil spirit of revenge in me, so I devised a plan to retaliate.