No such thing as a fair fight ,always fight to win. Equalizers work wonders .
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Great post! A lot of wisdom from your Dad. I’ll remember that tip to stab and twist, thanks for passing that on.
My Dad taught me how to fight too. In grade school the neighborhood bully was consistently picking on my youngest brother. After a few ‘lessons’ from my Dad, he confronted the bully one afternoon and suggested he pick on someone his own size, and pointed to me...I kicked his butt...lol! My Dad was so proud.
While parts are entertaining from time to time, the entire blog is a very deep look into a very disturbed, selfish person. Read it at your own risk. YMMV.
I LOVE THIS ARTICLE! In middle school we were told in no uncertain terms that even if we did not start it, and there was no teachers in sight, that if we even attempt to defend my self, I will be suspended or possibly expelled. Thankfully my mom told me to do what I got to do, but I wonder how many parents reinforced such idiocy.
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my friend once repeated words of wisdom similar to these from one of the sitcoms on FOX...”Crazy beats strong every time.”
That was fun to read.
I taught my kids not to fight, but if they ever had to, fight to win.
One more thing....the writer refers to her father as an “ex marine.” Well, there is no such thing as an “ex” Marine. Once you are one, it’s for life.
And, the letter “m” is always capitalized when referring to a Marine.
Thanks for your post.
My son, growing up, was always a little shy and restrained. Of course, he was a convienient target for bullies. It was not unusual for him to come home with tears in his eyes. In the summer before he entered eighth grade, I enrolled him in karate class. The training helped my son’s self confidence enormously. Not long after school started again, his main tormentor was hospitalized with his jaw wired up in three places.
Somehow, my son never had any more trouble all through high school.
Oh yes. The school principal’s response to the incident: “Son, be careful. You’re stronger than you think.”
Great and timely re-post!
Way to go girly!!! Women need to defend themselves.
when my son was 10 the neighbor kid was kicking him in the shins everyday and hitting him. My son would come home and say..”mom, i just remember what you always say...’just walk away’” my husband would then turn to me and glare.
I swear I said that once!!! when he was in preschool and it had something to do with namecalling!
Now my husband was looking at me as if i had personally emasculated his son!
so i gave him permission to have a “fight” with this kid.
He immediately called him up and said “meet me in the field between our houses” and they had a fist fight.
It wasn’t pretty but I was proud of my son for going, seeing it through and yet to this day I’m not sure how to judge the winner....my son was on the bottom more but he came home with less physical damage.
Didn’t mean to post and run....but had bunch of things to do.....Yes....I think this is a good lesson for kids, that unfortunately many (those without dads at home/involved, esp.) don’t learn.
I love this attitude. We don’t encourage this anymore.
My kids are suburnanites - they couldn’t fight their way out of a plastic bag if their life depended on it.
It’s my fault. I moved out of the ghetto and thought they’d be safe so I didn’t teach them how to defend themselves. But they’re ladies.
I grew up innercity. We learned how to defend ourselves because we had to - to survive. My dad taught me to fight, he also taught me to shoot to the consternation of my mom. But he taught me well. The only way to fight a bully is to fight back. I believe this 100%. And the right to bear arms is my right. My kids have no idea how to defend themselves. I go through the whole exercise with them (should they be approached by a stranger) but they don’t have a clue whereas I knew how to react should anyone approach me, at a very early age.
And like the post said, never cry or whine even when beat.
My dad used to tell me, before going out to play. “Don’t cause any trouble, but don’t take any shit off of anyone either”. I would also be punished if he heard of me not defending myself, and that was only one time, the first time. Even to this day, I’m not afraid of anyone, and would fight or even kill to protect my family or myself.
I guess it helps having a father who was a Viet Nam vet and may have learned something from it to pass on.
bttt