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So true. The same thing happened to me when I was in Jr. High School. There was a bully who daily would pick on me. You know the stuff: whacking me in my head, kicking me, tripping me, knocking all my books out of my arms (we didn't have book-bags back then), etc. The physical abuse went on for months until it escalated to a point that I feared going to school. When I asked my Dad what to do, he said I have to be a man. What? I was just 12 years old, and here's my father telling me I have to be a man? He said that for bullies like this, there is no such thing as a "fair fight", so if I'm ever picked on or threatened again, I should hit him first. Don't hold back. Hit as hard as I can.

I couldn't believe that my dad was telling me to do this, and frankly I became more frightened than ever before. Until the day the bully dragged me under the stairs at the back of the school hallway and told me he was going to kick my a__.

It was part adrenaline. Part listening to my dad's words. I hardly remember balling up my fist as I thrust my arm forward into his nose. I felt it squash from my blow and the blood immediately began to pour out. I'll never forget the look on his face--how wide his eyes were as he stared at me in disbelief. His two punk friends stood by his side and their mouths dropped as they both looked at the shocking sight of their hero bleeding like a pig.

With my fist still tight I looked at him and said your nose is bleeding...why don't you go into the restroom and clean off? He did. Just walked away--all 3 of them. Nobody ever touched me again.

That moment was a turning point my life.

"That moment was a turning point my life."

Had you not stood up for yourself, you would've been a victim the rest of your life.

Unfortunately the "public" ~~fool~~ school system is churning out dumb down victims, all ready to take their place in the NEW WORLD ORDER .