Years ago my son was tormented and bullied by a church kid in the presence of the church group leader. The leader did nothing to stop the situation. I watched two separate incidents occur to make sure that my son was correct in what was actually occurring since the other boy was a good head shorter than my son.
After the second incident occurred, I pulled the two boys over to the church leader. I then calmly announced that I had observed two separate episodes where the little heathen had hit and tormented my son. I also informed the leader that I had observed my son had come to him for assistance about the incidents and that he stood there and did nothing.
At that point, in front of the church leader and this other boy, I gave my son permission to take this kid out, the next time that kid started it. My son was directed not to start it, but he was to finish it. I then informed the leader that he was not to interfere with my son defending himself, since the leader had not interfered when the other boy had repeatedly struck my son.
The leader turned very red, stuttered and stammered about it. But he couldn’t really say anything since he knew that I had observed the whole thing. That kid never touched my son again.
What a great solution to that problem! You should call that one in to “Dr. Laura”.
GOOD FOR YOU!
Yep. Good for you. Bullies need to be stopped in their tracks with a dose of their own medicine. Not to be overly dramatic, but it may save someone from escalating to violent sociopathy.
Well done! We gave my son similar permission to defend himself from a friend that repeatedly hit and jumped on him. Let’s just say after one body slam the friend stopped his attacks and now they are the best of friends, without the violence.
Kids on the block were bullying him, but I was trying to raise him to turn the other cheek, ignore it, etc.
Finally, after both cheeks got slapped several times, I loudly announced infront of the entire neighhorhood that my son had permission to beat the snot out of anyone that teased him or touched him. He would not be disciplined; he would be praised and rewarded for it.
And he did. One of the smarty-pants mouthed off, and my son hit him so hard, the punk fell to the ground with a bleeding nose.
End of teasing.
My neighbors were aghast! I told them it was a valuable life lesson: Evil will rule when good men let it.
That shut them up, too.
WOW! Great teaching, dad/mom...perfect way to handle it ...I salute you!