"It happened to me" and "Lessons Learned" by High Roaders

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When I was in 8th grade, 2 guys used to harass me. One large guy, Jimmy, was a rich spoiled idiot. He harassed me verbally for a long time till I finally just took him down. We got off a punch or two apiece. Considering at the time, he was 5'9 and 170lbs and I was 5'7 or 5'8 and about 120lbs, I held my own.

The other was Jeff. Little skinny (&!@(**er who used to sock me in the arm all the time and verbally harass me. I considered myself above that and just didn't bother responding. The arm hits merely annoyed me, he wasn't doing anything really worth fighting over.

Freshman year, Jeff and I were in auto shop together. After several more months of harassment one day as I walk by he tries to give me a wedgie. I snagged a broom, turned around and clocked him in the head with it, as well as the back and the legs (as he went down). I told him, touch me again, you'll be in the hospital. Auto Shop teacher just chuckled and pretended he didn't see anything (Jeff well deserved it).
Jimmy attempted to intimidate me in front of several mutual friends, but he knew I wasn't afraid to take him on anymore, and I basically told him if he even looked like he was going to hit me at any time in the future, better have your will written.
He got the message and never screwed with me again. He knew I meant it.
 
shotgun vs knife

when i was in Jr high had a group of kids bullying me one afternoon this kid
shows up and pulls a knife i had a pump shotgun empty gun ran the action and the kid left. eventyually it gets to the school the principal tells me that he never pulled a knife lost all respect for mrs hurd over that :fire:
 
9th grade being harrassed by one of those "after school" punks that, for what ever reason, made me as an easy mark. I guess it was because I was big but not a troublemaker. He, on the other hand was a bit smaller, but known as one of the "tough guys." :rolleyes: One morning at my locker, getting my usual "c'mon punk" routine, I closed my locker, spun around and grabbed him by the shirt, threw him against my locker and blasted his nose. With his head not having any room to move back, the nose splattered like a raw egg. He went limp and fell to the floor. There was so much blood, I thought I killed him. Nope, just a broken nose. But that was the time I decided with horror that I could really hurt somebody. No more of that little kid-stuff of beating hell out of each other, and nobody really getting hurt.
 
Lesson learned from this thread:

Guys generally can't wait for any opportunity to tell you about how they kicked someone's ass...even if it was 30 years ago.

:neener:

brad cook
 
fistful ~

Yeah, you're right. No woman could ever be a threat to any man.

Especially not a loud, aggressive, angry woman who may or may not be armed... It was completely foolish of him to consider ways to defend himself if it came to that.

Why hell, all he really should have had to do was say, "Hey, you can't attack me. You're only a woman."

</heavy sarcasm>

pax

On one issue at least, men and women agree; they both distrust women. -- H. L. Mencken
 
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This kid Vic was giving me a hard time in 7th grade. Always challenging me to arm wrestle. I was scrawny and weak and kept getting beat and laughed at. After having my arm slapped backward on the table and the ensuing mocking one time to many, I'd had enough. I slapped that girl silly. Vicky never bothered me again. Darned bullies!!
 
im glad i dont hang out in bars anymore

ive been in too many fights and i am lucky no one got seriously hurt. Whenever i got into a fight. It was get them to the ground and stomp.
i wrestled in elementary and high school. Boxed in the Navy. And took tae kwon do. All good except i was a short man with an attitude. Im more mature now. Im also scared. For some reason when I rounded 30 I no longer thought of myself as mortal. now i feel like im counting the years until ultimate retirement.
 
I've never really been in a fight, but I remember a time when my friend Chris in 11th grade did. Chris was a scrawny kid from Chicago who moved into Hick town in mid Missouri. He was at the urinal doing his thing when some dude bigger than him keeps pushing him forward. He finally had enough, so he reached into his pocket, pulled out his brass nuckles, and beat him down.
 
I had an experience just a couple of months ago. I was biking on a trail at a lake not to far away when I came around a shrp turn and almost..almost now, no contact, hit a woman on another bike. She proceeded to :cuss: :cuss: me up one side and down the other. I couldn't believe it. Surprisingly I kept my cool and when she was done, looked her straight in the eyes and said "do you realize that we're at least 20 minutes from anyone, if I were the sort of person, I could rip you head off and nobody would have a clue." She just looked at me with that deer in the headlights look, and I rode off. Some people just dont think.

jojo
 
A while back someone cut me off on I240 on my way to Wally World (and I hit the horn, I guess they were mad about me driving on their road). They caught up to me after I had left Wal-Mart, where I had just purchased about 500 rounds of .45 ACP, they parked in front of my Caprice.

Lesson learned: If you turn your body so that they can see the tommygun shirt you're wearing, all you may have to say to the agressors is "Think twice."

So far its been 100% effective:D

Nobody ever gave me any trouble again, though I am sure I would be unable to duplicate that kick-move.
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I've been in those situations. Afterwards I find myself thing something along the lines of "Holy S***! That actually worked!" On one occasion, I decided to try it again. I cant remeber what it was that I did, but it didnt work out the second time.
 
Ok, I have a life lesson learned where I didnt come out on top. First Grade after school, a guy named Jason Light(amazing how his name has stuck with me and Im horrible with names), said some things to me that were not nice. We were both about the same size(ie small) I ignored the comments. He then punched me in the nose, and I just stood there and waited for him to do it again.(I was crying of course). When I didnt do anything after a moment, he started to rear back to punch me again, when a teacher started yelling and he ran off. The teacher looked me over, and sent me home. My mom of course freaked out that I was "fighting"(I was punched and stood by passively!), and my dad was curious that I didnt do anything back to him. He asked me why and I explained I was scared about getting in trouble(god bless public school in the 80's and 90's :cuss: ). He then explained to me that while getting into fights was bad, defending yourself by fighting was not. He told me that if I didnt fight back I would be a victim to bullies, and if I defended myself he would back me up with the school. Armed with this knowledge I caused the bully to back down and never had trouble with him again. :D I also have never stood by and let myself be hit again. I never needed my Dad's parental backing with any school fights, but there was this one time in boy scouts...
 
Dusty smiles....

... a hundred years ago, after leaving 6 years of fun in the sun in Nam... I was asked to join the world health organization....and be apart of their water purification program in Africa...in short time, I had advance threw the ranks...and was running a specialized group...that entered remote out lying villages, and made arrangement with the locals to explain our program threw interpreters... punch wells, and educate how to maintain the wells, etc... In Africa...every day...is new, lessons from yesterday are sometimes useable...but usually old and outdated.... we arrived in the morning via classic land rover.... went threw the long greeting process...and after the noon sun...had passed, we finally got around to the reason for our visit... we explained our goal...to the elder chief...a man... that had seen the sun of many years....with eyes that spoke the truth...and looked into your soul for truth...and... his eldest son.... and the soon to be chief of this tribe....young, big as a water buffalo, and did not eat junk food. The elder cheif...listened as a gentelman....and after hearing the words of strangers....decided the idea showed merit, but dislike it, and was against it....and questioned the strength of the idea... and with a smile... called his large elder son... spoke into his ear....and then annouced... his final word would come, after his son, his large large son...and I wrestled, the following day...... my hearing his words...that flowed threw my interpreter...did not register...not because they wern't clear...but because this was like CRAZY !!! well what are you going to do ??? finally I found the words, coming from my mouth...as my brain...was saying....damn man your crazy !!! match agreeded too. Amazing the length of some nights.... well the new day comes, as they all do.... and as I get up...and do my morning stretches...I see his son.....lifting rocks...the size of my land rover....for fun.... hmmm I says... going to be "one of those days" so show time...comes...as they all do... and we start... leg sweaps.... arm locks, head locks.... all honorable...no punches... no slaps... wrestling.... and wrestling...and wrestling... both of us...breathng threw out mouths...tired, hot..skinned up.... well I figure...the time has come... either way this turns out...I hope and wish...to be alive.... for tomorrows sun...so it IS time....to make a move...to decide this match...I fly threw the air...and tackle him...like a pro NFL jocky....takes him off his feet...and we both go rolling down...a hill...threw bushes...over rocks....and I end up on top...and on the up hill side of this monster...my advantage.... he rolls and looks me in the eyes....and I can see his pride, and honor...are in jeopardy in his eyes, his father eyes...and the eyes of HIS people... I rolled over across him...and showed him his advantage...and he sat on me....and I was beat....but still in his eyes and mind.... he knew, and he knew I knew....he helped me up...and his people went wild.... washed us both off with greenish waters...and brought out the warm millet beer, the warm millet STRONG beer. After we both were able to breath...and stinkin drunk... his father the chief...quited everyone down....and stood up... to speak, ...his son leaned over and whispered something, for quite sometime into his father ear.... and his father looked at his son...and smiled, patted his back....and anounced that ...with his blessings...we could put the well in... it has been said...the eyes are the windows to the soul....and his sons eyes....we bright....as his fathers. Made some great friends that day... lesson : choose your battles...and know, that winning or losing a battle...does not give out come to the war, fight with honor, and wisdom.... and insight Arc-Lite
 
Mr. Arc-Lite, Sir,

Did you ever stop an attempted armed robbery in a mini-mall parking lot?

Also, in Vietnam, were you ever a member of a shadowy blackops group known as the "SEELs?"
 
Thankfully, I've never been in a fight in my life.

Had a few road incindents though, that came to nothing.

One time some guy tried to swerve into me. I (stupidly) pulled over, and he got out of his car and started demanding my license and registration. This was in the Mission Hill area of Boston. I kept refusing, and eventually his girl in the car, who was shouting at him to "GET THE )(*@&(*&#^ BACK IN HERE" won out, and he went back to his car. He sounded pretty drunk/crazy.

A couple of years ago, on a small street, I "cut someone off" who had been going quite fast over the limit. Followed very very close, I took some random turns, he stayed behind me, and because I had a pretty high performace car at the time, decided to signal right and turn hard left at the last second onto another street. That lost him, but I don't know what would have happened if I had had to stop in traffic.
 
Okay, I have one from my days in the Navy.

I was stationed in Pearl Harbor. We took a "ship's cruise" to Maui. I took to dancing with this native gal in a bar. About closing, her big, big, "boyfriend," also a local, found her after evidently searching for her all evening.

He basically pushed me in the shoulder while coarsely asking me what I thought I was doing with his "property," as that was what he treated her as. I asked him if he wanted to take it outside, since at 6'8" 250# at the time and possessing a rather wicked left hand, I was not one to duck a confrontation.

So we all go outside. Two of his buddies come across the parking lot from their car and back him. Great. He starts posturing about what he and his bros are gonna do to me. I woof right back.

Him: Whatcha gonna do *&&%#$?
Me: I'm gonna take all you out you f'*((#$

Back and forth like this for about fifteen seconds.

Him: Make your move you $&%(@ *%()#!

Me: Okay!

I then smartly pivoted, turned tail, and ran like hell, full speed ahead. I got away to a taxi while they were still lugging their fat backsides to their car to chase me.

Lessons Learned:

No strange woman not under criminal attack is worth fighting over, even if she is a hottie.
Three to one is what I have come to call "really poor odds."
Sometimes discretion really is the better part of valor--Especially when they outnumber you and have poor aerobic conditioning.
Always wear comfortable shoes when carousing. ( I got rid of some really nice Italian loafers after having to sprint in them rather uncomfortably about seventy five yards on concrete.)
Never spend your cab fare. ( I had relearned that one many times previously and that night I was lucky).
 
So here's my story:

Back in 7th grade there was this guy, James, who belonged about two grades up and obviously the biggest guy in junior high. I was "going with" this girl that he liked so that was a problem. One day after science class he blocked me from leaving the room, put his hand on my shoulder and squeezed tightly while giving me an ominous warning saying "You better break up with her or this is what will happen:" and then he held up an apple and squeezed it in his hand until it crushed and juice spilled everywhere.

Well...I didn't break up with her.

So one day as I was walking home from school I took a turn into the long, dark alley way between Shelton's Grocery and Bingham cleaners. Something didn't feel right about it but I shrugged it off and kept walking. I thought I heard steps behind me at one point so I slowed and then turned and checked my six...nothing but some windblown trash..I took a step and started to turn back around and ran right into the solid 5'8" frame of James. He grabbed me and threw me into the wall but I quickly reacted. He didn't realize that I had been waiting for this day and I had my black boots on..you know...the ones that let you walk up walls. So I ran straight up the wall about ten feet and did a beautiful backflip to swan dive and landed right behind him. I then drew the 8" fixed blade of my trusty khukri from it's sheath hidden under my shirt, grabbed a handful of his hair and plunged the wickedly curved blade into his back. With a muffled gasp he slid off my blade and landed on the ground with a thud.

I just looked at him, lit a Camel and said "How do ya like them apples?" Then I twirled my knife, put it back into the sheath and headed home with a whistle, confident in the knowledge that one less scumbag walked the streets on this day.

Lesson learned: Always have a good line after you off a dirtbag.

brad cook
 
That was frikkin' awesome! :D

Bus story, 11th grade: 9th grade larger Jerk bothers me everyday but I ignore as he is lame and stupid and never really gets in my face. One day he gets bold and misinterprets my ignoring him as weakness and pacifism. He puts his hand on my shoulder and starts to hit me in the arm. I looked at him (it didn't really hurt much) and knuckled him in the throat. Hard. He sat in the front of the bus after that.
 
When someone annoys me in traffic, I simply ask myself "Was anyone hurt? And, An hour from now, will it matter?" Then I ask myself, "Have I done this to anyone else?" I strive to be a very courteous driver.
 
never teach firearm saftey / how to shoot to your girlfriend. either get professional training or have a trained friend do it for you. long story short, slept on the futon for a week after correcting her several times on muzzle control ( stress level got very high, happens alot when a loaded gun is pointed at me).
 
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