Day #7 - The Bullies get it back.

Story #1 - Ours was extremely smart and very athletic, he was an incredible wrestler and undefeated throughout highschool. I saw him at a party at a friend's house randomly and we caught eyes a few times and eventually we just approached each other and said hello, exchanged bro hugs. Mind you, we hardly talked. The only time we really did was when I told him to stop picking on someone and told me he would kick my butt instead. He was a lovely guy. Anyway, he hadn't changed one bit. He tried to pick fights with people throughout the night and kept looking at me while he was in yelling matches with people. So I kept getting in between him and the other person telling them both to calm down. This happened a few times until it started getting a little physical and he looked at me again. So I stood up and he tried to push the quy one more time, so I grabbed him by his shoulders and started pushing him back telling him to cool it and I thought "What the frick am I doing... He is an angry wrestler that can take me down..." Once I got him back a ways and told him to knock it off he just looked at me and said "You know what I could do to that guy, but I don't want to. Please, stop me." It was the saddest "HOLD ME BACK BRO" moment I have ever been a part of. It was odd that he kept looking for me to stop his fights, but I was glad I was that guy for a bit. Anger is the fire of Ego that burns all the beauties of heart and soul. Story #2 -. When I was a kid, I was fat. I used to get picked on all the time by this kid at church named Rusty. He was about five years older than me and every couple of weeks he would beat me up. I moved away when I was about 14, and thankfully. I didn't have to deal with him anymore. When I went to college, I decided to get my act together and get healthy. To that end. I started taking mixed martial arts. I did it for about two years and lost about 40 pounds. When I graduated, I moved back to where I was from and started looking for a new MMA gym. I went to the most reputable one. and who should be there, but Rusty. It sounds too good to be true, but I swear to God, it happened. He hadn't changed a bit. The first thing he said to me was "Finally trying to learn to defend yourself, huh?" I had called ahead and the instructor knew my deal and had arranged for me to come watch. I left my gear in the car. At the end of class, they do free rolling, Ju Jitsu sparring. Rusty comes up to me, having no knowledge that I am the least bit experienced, and starts begging the instructor to let him spar me, so he can show me the ropes". After all, he's been in MMA for three months now. AND he never misses a UFC pay-per view. I went outside and changed. Long story short, we sparred, and I choked him out three times. Afterwards, I signed up for classes, he grabbed his bag, left, and never came back. This is my favorite story out of everything that has happened in my life thus far. I'm the only person I know that got to beat up my childhood bully as an adult. Revenge is the sweet dish best served with surprise.