SparkyLeigh
Schoolyard Bullies
Two adult Red-crested cardinals harass an immature one. A larger image here
... Which reminds me of when I was in sixth grade at school...
... My family had moved and so I left behind all my friends and had to start going to a new school... I hated that!!
... I was picked-on a lot as the New Kid, especially by the School Bully -- Mike.
... Mike had been held back for two years, two grades, and was one big guy with a few scars on his wide face. He would corner me and knock me down whenever he had the chance...
... After a few months of this I decided I was getting tired of going to school scared.
… So one day, while I was crossing the gym floor, Big Mike walked in the opposite doors heading straight for me.
... I kept walking towards him and as soon as he was close, and about to push me down again, I slugged him in the stomach with my fist as fast and hard as I could; Big Mike buckled and fell face first onto the hardwood floor... I just kept walking…
... He never bothered me again, nor did anyone else in that wicked school... In fact Big Mike invited me home to his house later, and wanted to be my friend...
... And, it was there, at his house, that I understood the depths of Mike's anger and hurt; his house was an utter mess, his drunk dad on a stinky couch...his mom nowhere to be seen...
… Such is the way of emotional injury: Mike might have been bigger than all the others in sixth-grade, but Mike's little boy inside was angry and deeply hurt, and lashing out at the world – the scars on his face only mirrored the scars he lived with daily on the inside…
Schoolyard Bullies
Two adult Red-crested cardinals harass an immature one. A larger image here
... Which reminds me of when I was in sixth grade at school...
... My family had moved and so I left behind all my friends and had to start going to a new school... I hated that!!
... I was picked-on a lot as the New Kid, especially by the School Bully -- Mike.
... Mike had been held back for two years, two grades, and was one big guy with a few scars on his wide face. He would corner me and knock me down whenever he had the chance...
... After a few months of this I decided I was getting tired of going to school scared.
… So one day, while I was crossing the gym floor, Big Mike walked in the opposite doors heading straight for me.
... I kept walking towards him and as soon as he was close, and about to push me down again, I slugged him in the stomach with my fist as fast and hard as I could; Big Mike buckled and fell face first onto the hardwood floor... I just kept walking…
... He never bothered me again, nor did anyone else in that wicked school... In fact Big Mike invited me home to his house later, and wanted to be my friend...
... And, it was there, at his house, that I understood the depths of Mike's anger and hurt; his house was an utter mess, his drunk dad on a stinky couch...his mom nowhere to be seen...
… Such is the way of emotional injury: Mike might have been bigger than all the others in sixth-grade, but Mike's little boy inside was angry and deeply hurt, and lashing out at the world – the scars on his face only mirrored the scars he lived with daily on the inside…