Dr. Tad Hussein Winslow
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That story makes me very very happy. Love it. 
The pen and the bully.
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I had a similar thing happen.
My freshman year I was trying out for the football team and found that there was a lot of hazing going on- mostly 'normal' stuff like towel snappings, icy-hot in the jock straps, etc. One of the biggest seniors took things too far and started deficating in the toilet after practice and meted out 'swirlies' to an unlucky freshman. (A swirlie is where a victims head is forced into a pot full of excrement and flushed). He cornered and got my best friend on one day then came after me the next. He grabbed me by the back of the neck and forced me into a bathroom stall while trying to push my head into the toilet. I somehow got lucky and twisted to the left while bringing my right fist around- connecting solidly with his adam's apple. At this point in my life, I had never hit another person, but was shocked to see that he dropped to his knees and was trying to breathe. Not sure what happened to him, as I grabbed my clothes, and ran like hell, threw my clothes on in the hallway and ran all the way home (this was summer practice). I thought that I was going to get killed when I came back the next day, but he pretty much left me alone and toned down the hazing a lot.
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Funny thing looking back. Some of the bullies that tormented me and others in school had physically matured early and were 'big' and 'scary' at maybe 5'11 190lbs while in school. The few that I've run into after highschool were about the same size but with a beergut, and acted pretty humble around me when they saw that I had 6" and 80 lbs on them
My freshman year I was trying out for the football team and found that there was a lot of hazing going on- mostly 'normal' stuff like towel snappings, icy-hot in the jock straps, etc. One of the biggest seniors took things too far and started deficating in the toilet after practice and meted out 'swirlies' to an unlucky freshman. (A swirlie is where a victims head is forced into a pot full of excrement and flushed). He cornered and got my best friend on one day then came after me the next. He grabbed me by the back of the neck and forced me into a bathroom stall while trying to push my head into the toilet. I somehow got lucky and twisted to the left while bringing my right fist around- connecting solidly with his adam's apple. At this point in my life, I had never hit another person, but was shocked to see that he dropped to his knees and was trying to breathe. Not sure what happened to him, as I grabbed my clothes, and ran like hell, threw my clothes on in the hallway and ran all the way home (this was summer practice). I thought that I was going to get killed when I came back the next day, but he pretty much left me alone and toned down the hazing a lot.
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Funny thing looking back. Some of the bullies that tormented me and others in school had physically matured early and were 'big' and 'scary' at maybe 5'11 190lbs while in school. The few that I've run into after highschool were about the same size but with a beergut, and acted pretty humble around me when they saw that I had 6" and 80 lbs on them
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I am 6'7" and have been since I was 16 or so. I came from a family of big guys and my mother always emphasized being gentle so as not to be thought of as a thug or whatever. My father probably would have had different advice but as was so common in the early 60's, he worked all the time, came home really tired, and most everyday advice came from mom.
This had a peculiar result in that I would generally allow myself to get picked on too long and then "snap" when everyone was not expecting it and watch out...bad things happened although I don't think I ever injured anybody permanantly.
Probably the best story was in 7th grade. It was my month to get picked on as I was not sufficiently cool. Being, at that time, 6 feet tall made it all the more amusing. I let it go on too long of course like a dope. Then one day this guy Walker (they were a pair Wagner and Walker) started in. Well I snapped. He was probably normal-sized for a 7th grader so I guess 5 feet 1 or something. Basically I picked him up and shook him violently until he actually went limp. I dropped him on the floor like a rag doll and he didn't get up for a while. As there were sufficient witnesses, my days of getting picked on were over for good. Why I didn't just hit him I really don't know...but that shaking sure did the trick.
I've never been sure if people left me alone out of fear or just because the didn't want the embarrassment of being shaken half to death...which I've never done to anybody before or since by the way.
This had a peculiar result in that I would generally allow myself to get picked on too long and then "snap" when everyone was not expecting it and watch out...bad things happened although I don't think I ever injured anybody permanantly.
Probably the best story was in 7th grade. It was my month to get picked on as I was not sufficiently cool. Being, at that time, 6 feet tall made it all the more amusing. I let it go on too long of course like a dope. Then one day this guy Walker (they were a pair Wagner and Walker) started in. Well I snapped. He was probably normal-sized for a 7th grader so I guess 5 feet 1 or something. Basically I picked him up and shook him violently until he actually went limp. I dropped him on the floor like a rag doll and he didn't get up for a while. As there were sufficient witnesses, my days of getting picked on were over for good. Why I didn't just hit him I really don't know...but that shaking sure did the trick.
I've never been sure if people left me alone out of fear or just because the didn't want the embarrassment of being shaken half to death...which I've never done to anybody before or since by the way.
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I was never the fighting type. To this day, I'm still not. In school I was picked on, sure, like everyone was. But it never got physical, until one day...
I had to take two buses to high school. I'd get on one, switch buses at a different high school, and take the second one to mine. One day, while waiting for the bus at the switch point, two BIG guys known for being jerks to everyone were horsing around nearby (6"6, 250+ both of them). One was getting the better of the two, and pushed his friend on the ground. They both started laughing. I thought it was funny, so I started laughing too. The one on the ground didn't like that. He got up and came over to me with the usual threats of violence. Yawn.
Then, he pushed me. So hard, I felt something pop in my spine, and it hurt. Bad.
That was it. I jumped into the air (he was WAY taller than me) and punched down as hard as I could. The blow landed on the bridge of his nose, and I felt it crack under my hand. He went down a second time, holding his nose. His buddy looked at me scowling, so I yelled "YOU WANT SOME?!" and he looked away. I had just beaten two bullies with one punch.
That fight was an epiphany for me. It showed me that I don't have to take the crap that people want to dish out, so I don't. Nowadays, you can't settle your arguments with just your fists anymore. Even if you win, they'll come back with buddies or a gun for revenge. So I carry, and I don't worry about it.
I had to take two buses to high school. I'd get on one, switch buses at a different high school, and take the second one to mine. One day, while waiting for the bus at the switch point, two BIG guys known for being jerks to everyone were horsing around nearby (6"6, 250+ both of them). One was getting the better of the two, and pushed his friend on the ground. They both started laughing. I thought it was funny, so I started laughing too. The one on the ground didn't like that. He got up and came over to me with the usual threats of violence. Yawn.
Then, he pushed me. So hard, I felt something pop in my spine, and it hurt. Bad.
That was it. I jumped into the air (he was WAY taller than me) and punched down as hard as I could. The blow landed on the bridge of his nose, and I felt it crack under my hand. He went down a second time, holding his nose. His buddy looked at me scowling, so I yelled "YOU WANT SOME?!" and he looked away. I had just beaten two bullies with one punch.
That fight was an epiphany for me. It showed me that I don't have to take the crap that people want to dish out, so I don't. Nowadays, you can't settle your arguments with just your fists anymore. Even if you win, they'll come back with buddies or a gun for revenge. So I carry, and I don't worry about it.
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