Bullies

 

Bullies

When I was a wee lad in school, there was always that one bully.

“Hey kid, can you lend me a quarter?”

You knew that you would not be “lending” him a quarter.  You also knew that every day you would be “lending” him a quarter.  You knew that eventually he would be “borrowing” more than a quarter…every day.

So, you either said “Sorry, I’m broke” and sauntered away confidently, or you ended up learning to hide extra lunch money in your sock.

A bully is the same at every level.

Bullies smell fear and they will take as much as they can until they run into some backbone.  Like any predator, they look for the easiest prey.  Facing a buck with antlers could result in a life ending infected wound, so the mountain lion will not risk winning a battle and losing his life; instead, he will ambush a fawn.

That is how bullies operate.  They take from the timid and the weak, and they avoid those with balls.

“Take what you want, but don’t hurt me” generally results in losing everything and maybe being hurt as well…just because.

Eventually all bullies must be faced.   Eventually you must tell them, “I don’t care anymore,  you may hurt me, but I will kick and I will scratch!”

Usually, the bully moves on to a new patsy.

Fear is a bully’s green light.

Is standing up to a bully risky?

Or

Should you just lay back and take it…again and again and again?