tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4501852053743373610.post6625303229561435705..comments2024-03-21T11:50:29.630-04:00Comments on Janie Junebug Righting & Editing: BULLY FOR YOU: RICK WATSON, MIGHTY GENTLEJanie Junebughttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10573607241326291404noreply@blogger.comBlogger60125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4501852053743373610.post-82055389121329729822014-07-24T22:20:59.301-04:002014-07-24T22:20:59.301-04:00It's sad that no one stood up for Dagan and he...It's sad that no one stood up for Dagan and he had to go ballistic to save himself. Janie Junebughttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10573607241326291404noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4501852053743373610.post-76885165707196369872014-07-24T18:26:13.439-04:002014-07-24T18:26:13.439-04:00Same kind of thing happened to my son. He was sma...Same kind of thing happened to my son. He was small, weaker, and thin because of his heart defects plus he didn't believe in violence so he didn't fight back and was picked on a lot in grade school. He finally had enough and just beat the biggest bully up--just took a couple good punches with a little "crazy" icing. They didn't bother him again, either. He was too ashamed to tell me for a couple years because he felt badly that he was provoked to violence. But sometimes you just can't take any more...and they are really asking for it, to be perfectly honest. You're so right in that a bully is not going to pick on the toughest kid in class. They pick on the weaker ones and the ones who won't fight back. They seem to live in a world of violence and only respect someone who can dish it out in return. Sad, but true. :( Once in a while a person has to dish back, I guess. Ritahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02043285884495492598noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4501852053743373610.post-36527410832617856382014-07-23T18:44:56.791-04:002014-07-23T18:44:56.791-04:00That's beautiful, Rick.That's beautiful, Rick.Janie Junebughttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10573607241326291404noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4501852053743373610.post-1287010358564600062014-07-23T18:43:16.697-04:002014-07-23T18:43:16.697-04:00I remember when I was in junior high there was a k...I remember when I was in junior high there was a kid named Stan who was pretty small and a bit effeminate. He probably just hadn't hit puberty yet. My friends and I took him under our wing and insisted he sit with us at lunch. No one bothered Stan because he was part of a group. If he had been on his own, I shudder to think what might have happened to him. He was still small when we went on to different high schools. I've always hoped that no one picked on him.Janie Junebughttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10573607241326291404noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4501852053743373610.post-5266118129718109032014-07-23T18:41:02.313-04:002014-07-23T18:41:02.313-04:00The bullies have a need to build themselves up by ...The bullies have a need to build themselves up by picking on other people.Janie Junebughttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10573607241326291404noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4501852053743373610.post-28764092151397604872014-07-23T18:06:56.495-04:002014-07-23T18:06:56.495-04:00I never saw him bully anyone else. Maybe he did, b...I never saw him bully anyone else. Maybe he did, but I didn't see it.Rick Watsonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01005727239466916086noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4501852053743373610.post-62615004501604634752014-07-23T18:05:52.575-04:002014-07-23T18:05:52.575-04:00Walking away is often the best option, but sometim...Walking away is often the best option, but sometimes it's not an option.Rick Watsonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01005727239466916086noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4501852053743373610.post-41911449657035459422014-07-23T18:04:50.963-04:002014-07-23T18:04:50.963-04:00Meet me by the monkey bars mister :)Meet me by the monkey bars mister :)Rick Watsonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01005727239466916086noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4501852053743373610.post-73357228559315284702014-07-23T17:40:09.658-04:002014-07-23T17:40:09.658-04:00Thank you Ed.Thank you Ed.Rick Watsonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01005727239466916086noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4501852053743373610.post-81662093978696232822014-07-23T17:39:36.917-04:002014-07-23T17:39:36.917-04:00A friend told me that the school he attended (seve...A friend told me that the school he attended (several years ago) implemented a no bullying policy. It wasn't the administration, but the students.The special education kids often sat at the table with the football team. Whenever someone tried to give one of the weaker schoolmates a hard time, a stronger kid would step in. <br />If somehow an attitude like that could become pervasive in the culture, bullying would be rare.Rick Watsonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01005727239466916086noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4501852053743373610.post-44152130286174979792014-07-23T17:33:36.418-04:002014-07-23T17:33:36.418-04:00I love headmasters like that :)I love headmasters like that :)Rick Watsonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01005727239466916086noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4501852053743373610.post-18747610718793315142014-07-23T17:31:22.516-04:002014-07-23T17:31:22.516-04:00Karma has a way of biting people on the butt. Mayb...Karma has a way of biting people on the butt. Maybe his will sustain a nip or two :)Rick Watsonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01005727239466916086noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4501852053743373610.post-86568795329388613072014-07-23T15:23:30.355-04:002014-07-23T15:23:30.355-04:00Rick, I loved your story, and even if you weren...Rick, I loved your story, and even if you weren't cheering afterwards, I was certainly cheering for you. I wonder if he went on to bully others, or if he learned something that day? I certainly hope the latter.<br /><br />-andiandi filantehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00046051034556807447noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4501852053743373610.post-71448973254127220122014-07-23T14:06:27.533-04:002014-07-23T14:06:27.533-04:00Your NFL player bully may have retired filthy rich...Your NFL player bully may have retired filthy rich at 34, but it's probably gone by now. Athletes, especially football players, are notorious for not knowing how to handle their money. They also quite often support 10 kids who have 10 different moms. They support their entire family. They support friends who grew up with them. It goes on and on.Janie Junebughttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10573607241326291404noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4501852053743373610.post-42647330951741737652014-07-23T14:04:08.904-04:002014-07-23T14:04:08.904-04:00I'm so glad you had assistance.I'm so glad you had assistance. Janie Junebughttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10573607241326291404noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4501852053743373610.post-28529236537688574402014-07-23T14:03:27.504-04:002014-07-23T14:03:27.504-04:00I'm so happy to see you, Ed. It's been for...I'm so happy to see you, Ed. It's been forever. Do you still write poetry?Janie Junebughttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10573607241326291404noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4501852053743373610.post-12239929384240151052014-07-23T14:02:32.254-04:002014-07-23T14:02:32.254-04:00I'll pick on you, Penwusser.I'll pick on you, Penwusser.Janie Junebughttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10573607241326291404noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4501852053743373610.post-9396611537269697132014-07-23T14:01:55.889-04:002014-07-23T14:01:55.889-04:00I have difficulty picturing you prepared to engage...I have difficulty picturing you prepared to engage in fisticuffs. Janie Junebughttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10573607241326291404noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4501852053743373610.post-2565026290873859852014-07-23T12:53:56.849-04:002014-07-23T12:53:56.849-04:00Awesome. I had a similar experience once will a bu...Awesome. I had a similar experience once will a bully. All it took was a single hard punch, and after that any time I raised my fist he backed off. It's hard to know when to fight though and when to walk away. Crystal Collierhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03912469552483168148noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4501852053743373610.post-3717553473015097562014-07-23T12:15:34.545-04:002014-07-23T12:15:34.545-04:00Their intentions were cruel and I hated them. But ...Their intentions were cruel and I hated them. But I had three amazing sisters, and they never let it to me. With the help of my sister's support, I felt sorry for them to be honest. They bullied me all through middle school and on the last day of school, they all teamed up and pretended like they were going to beat me up after school. At this point I'd had enough and when one of the girls got in my face, I knee'd her in the face. I got sent to the headmaster's office and he slammed the door behind me, sat on his desk in front of me, smiled and said "That must have felt good." He sent me home for the rest of the day. <br /><br />Then we were in high school and things completely shifted. The upper class-men rallied around me and told those girls that they had no patience for bullying. I became very good friends with some of the seniors and one day I stopped and realised...they lost. I was happy and liked while they were the quiet ones that no one bothered with. So I guess in the end, I felt I had come out on top. <br /><br />To this day though, bullying is a subject I take to heart. Because some of the people enduring the hell (and worse) that I went through aren't lucky enough to have the support I did that kept me sane. Candy for Breakfasthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17610161108456901907noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4501852053743373610.post-53872397210316957082014-07-23T09:55:59.879-04:002014-07-23T09:55:59.879-04:00I remembered being tormented by neighborhood thugs...I remembered being tormented by neighborhood thugs growing up. I also vividly remember when I finally trounced one of them. The shock on his toadies' faces was incredible. From that moment on, I was never picked on again.<br />Years later, I met one of them in the high school cafeteria.<br />He asked, "Are you Penwasser?"<br />Nervously, I replied that I was, expecting a confrontation.<br />But, he just said, "You're and asshole." And turned back to his Fish-A-Ma-Jig sandwich.<br />Sadly, after vanquishing my foe, I became somewhat of a swaggering jerk myself. Until I picked a fight with a kid...who promptly mopped the street with my me. When I finally yielded, he said, "I take back all the things I said about your mother, too." Then, he let me go.<br />As it turned out, I picked a fight with a nice guy. We actually became friends and I never picked on anyone again.<br />I also wasn't picked on again, either.Al Penwasserhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14052950809151897315noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4501852053743373610.post-24855874256937402302014-07-23T09:17:04.909-04:002014-07-23T09:17:04.909-04:00It's funny how sometimes the smallest guys hav...It's funny how sometimes the smallest guys have more strength than even they realize! I love stories like this. The underdog wins!Stephanie Farishttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10461865229341760836noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4501852053743373610.post-35397428116496944742014-07-22T22:06:25.554-04:002014-07-22T22:06:25.554-04:00Daily Mountain Eagle? You must be very close to me...Daily Mountain Eagle? You must be very close to me! That newspaper is in Jasper, AL, 30 miles from me. Practical Parsimonyhttp://www.practical-parsimony.blogspot.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4501852053743373610.post-14175174523534164602014-07-22T22:03:46.315-04:002014-07-22T22:03:46.315-04:00Yeah I get his bullies don't like a fair fight...Yeah I get his bullies don't like a fair fight and don't like to pick on someone who could knock their block off if they chose to do so. Jo-Anne's Ramblingshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11418152399382818709noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4501852053743373610.post-86283938896765720132014-07-22T21:46:54.356-04:002014-07-22T21:46:54.356-04:00My friend said he only had one fight in his life. ...My friend said he only had one fight in his life. I don't remember why he was bullied, but the first time it happened. He took the first punch and got up and beat up the second grader. He had just entered first grade, so he was given a wide berth for the rest of grade school. In seventh grade someone taunted him and rode his bike around the school yard. He threw the last punch he ever threw his whole life and knocked the kid on his rear. He went on to retire from the AF after 200 missions in Vietnam. He said both incidents would have to more bullying if he let it go without a fight. He said that even when he was six, he knew more boys would bully him if he did not beat up the other guy. Practical Parsimonyhttp://www.practical-parsimony.blogspot.comnoreply@blogger.com