He was bullied because they could bully him.
A gentle giant who because of his demeaner, wasn’t interested in fighting back and always turned the other cheek. Finally, after enough torment from kids who thought they were prooving something by beating up on him, he had enough and fought back. After spending the summer lifting weights, he broke the nose of one of the worst bullies. The others started to act all nice but he knew better. A high disipline, all boys, Catholic High School that the others couldn’t hope to get into acedemically provided the much needed relief and opportunity to reinvent himself.
Well, that’s my story at least.
Good post.
This is exactly why he was bullied.
Sometimes it’s hard being a kid. We moved a lot when I was growing up. I was always the new kid. At the time I thought it was really hard. Now I look back and realize it made me resilient and sociable. But I also never was prom queen or that sort of thing.