I was the runt. In 3rd grade, a bully kicked my feet out from under me when I and all the kids were running inside from outdoor lunch recess. For good measure, he gave me a strong push from behind as I was falling. My head collided with a sharp solid steel ladder on the playground. Cracked my skull open and required several stitches. Still have the scar. Stepmother almost fainted in Dr office as Dr stuck 10" needle in my skull. Don't worry. The school handed me some of that brown recycled paper towel for the bleeding. Dry, no cold pack, nothing. Bully got 2 weeks vacation. There were several other incidents that year that proved the physically strong prey upon the weak, like being hung up by my backpack in the hallway, feet dangling... Actually I find that one rather amusing, looking back. But I suppose such incidents made me the strong and dominant leader I am today. What don't break a man, make a man. Now I fight for what is the right thing to do or say, always. I stand beside friends and family, and will defend my pride like the lion I am. And as challenging as things were, I very much miss the 80s and 90s. Things were simpler.
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