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Ever since the reign of man, as far as I
know, there have been people who feel they are inferior to
others. Some people even push others around to establish
this inferiorness. These people are commonly known as bullies.
I cannot think of any personal acts of bullying, but a bully
tried to push me around after school when I was in kindergarten.
Then one day a silent kid, who I had never heard speak in
my life, helped me solve my problem.
After school each day my brother and I would
walk to my aunt's house after school. We would wait there
until my mom picked us up after work. There was one quiet
kid who would walk behind us a ways, and another kid who would
walk the same direction on the other side of the street. Every
day was the exact same thing. We all walked the same direction
and in the same way. Nothing ever went wrong for a long time,
and I'm not sure what sparked the kid, but then one day he
snapped.
In the process of walking home one day,
the kid across the street said something very rude to me for
no particular reason. I don't recall ever even making eye
contact with the kid until that day. I had never even heard
him speak until then. As a result of my efforts of drowning
hime out, he became even angrier. He started to yell things
at me that I had never heard a kid say before. I don't recall
what he had said to me that day, but I do remember how I was
feeling as he continued to taunt me. I remember him crossing
the street toward me, and my brother telling me to walk faster.
I also remember being scared. I thought, what could I have
done to provoke this behavior. I felt helpless myself and
my last option was to run. I thought about just taking off,
but he was older than me and I knew he would catch me in no
time. Then all at once it seemed an angel stepped to my side.
Although my savior was human, he bailed
me out none the less. The older boy who had followed me home
day after day was standing between me and the bully. The bully
was surprised at first, then he scowled at the older boy and
walked toward him. The boy met him half way and told him to
walk away. The bully didn't say anything but he did back away.
The older boy looked back at me and told me to go home. As
I walked, I could hear the older boy talking loudly and questioning
the bully about his actions. At that moment I felt a great
love for the boy who went out of his way for my sake. After
that the bully nor the older boy never said another word to
me, but I still saw the both of them walking home from school
every day.
As a result of someone's act of kindness,
I was comforted with the feeling of safety. Being bullied
is an awful feeling, and I feel badly for any person who endures
it. My hope for them is that they never give up and they go
out and make a name for themselves. I personally think bullies
are looking for satisfaction with themselves and pushing others
around is how they get it. In my case somebody stood up for
me, but who will stand up for every other defenseless child
out in the world. It has to start with each individual person
standing up for what they believe is right. More likely than
not, someone will stand with you. You never know, but you
might even save some kid's life.
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