Come to think of it, one of the few 'fights' I got into was a primer in the triumph of non-violence. A total loser, burnout, head case got it into his head that I looked at him wrong in class and decided to beef with me after class. He struts up to me at my locker, starts the whole "WTF are you staring at" schtick. And I just said, I'm not gonna fight you [at that time I was still more scared of my mom if I got suspended than any bully]. So he hauled off and wailed on my jaw. No response from me. So he hauled off again. No response. The amazing thing is, he then looked me in the eye, looked at the ground, and WALKED AWAY. Even though I heard his buddies teasing him about hitting like a mosquito or some shit, he never addressed me again.
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We need the kind of courage that can withstand the subtle corruption of the cynics - E.W.
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