How to Handle A Bully
August 11, 2021
The scene begins with me walking down the hall of Monroe High School, Fairbanks, Alaska. The time: my freshman year at school day’s end, around the end of the first quarter. As I leave the classroom someone grabs my armful of schoolbooks, knocks me down and flees down the hallway towards the exit. After getting to my feet I got a good look at the culprit – he was someone with whom I had problems with his bullying me in the past.
That day things would change permanently.
Prior to that day I had sought aid from my dad and one of his brothers during the summer vacation. Dad was a WWII Nav...
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