He was a mean dude in every respect, and reveled in making others cower. I took his threat seriously. In fact, I faked being sick in class so I could be sent to the nurseâ€™s office. But I never went there. I ran straight home insteadâ€“fearful, full of terror, and paralyzed. It took every ounce of courage I could muster to go to school the next day.
Fortunately for me, that very day another player got injured and the coach put the bully on the team. I was off the hook. But the mental and emotional damage to me was so profound that Iâ€™ve carried it into adulthood. I shouldnâ€™t admit this fact, but Iâ€™ve often thought about how I would exact revenge on this bully. It turns out that he got another kind of justice.
Ironically, I often think back on sixth grade and how fortunate I was to avoid a long period of abuse as well as a severe beating. I honestly donâ€™t know what would have happened if it had persisted.
Exactly how fortunate was I? Well, in tenth grade, the bully really did kill a classmate.
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