Punching "societal Norms" Square In The Friggin Face...

Or anyone disabled made fun of, not just kids. It started for me in elementary school. A "retarded", as was the term at the time, kid (still remember his full name) was on the playground and surrounded by three other kids who were all laughing and making fun of him. This kid was crying and I didn't really know him, but I knew what was happening was a crock. Now, I wasn't exactly prepared to be superman (though I stay fit I am a whole 5'7" & 150 as an adult, so obviously wasn't the biggest fifth grader back then!) but I have brothers and we grew up fighting our way into or out of everything. Which is another story for another day, as I prefer calmness and tranquility... unless provoked of course, then that old school "aggressive offense is the best defense" mentality seeps back out of me.

Anyway... as they were calling him names and shoving on him I was growing more irritated by the moment and then the catalyst happened. One of them, immediately followed by another began to hock loogies into his crying face as he didn't even understand to try and shield himself or rear back. I was so enraged with disgust that I could stand by absolutely no more and sacked two of them at once to the ground. Now in my house you never came home having lost to a fight you started, as that meant you got hammered on twice for losing a battle you asked for, as that was considered a disgrace and unacceptable amongst my brothers.  This explains the rest, the part where I reamed their heads into the asphalt while whaling on them and still managed to chase, close with and take down the third, who decided to try and run away,...  and gave him a dose of the same.

They were pretty jacked up and I vividly remember their parents wanting my head (HA, MY HEAD, when THEY were the one's raising pieces of crud) in the principals office with chaotic screaming and yelling going on. Anyway, my mom showed up and gave them some of her own "what for" when she learned the particulars and I must say I wasn't expecting that. End result is the principal whooped my arse with the paddle from Hades in his office and I was "suspended" to his office for a week. Weird part which really confused me back then was him telling me I did the right thing but he had to discipline me none the less. That paddle hurt like hell for doing the right thing!

Fast forward 10 years later. I had rarely seen that kid again with the Down Syndrome but I never forgot his name. I was home at the same time as a good friend of mine and he asked me if I wanted to join him at his brother's grad ceremony.  I heard that kid's name read off and when they marched by I seen him and was proud for him.  I proudly watched him getting hugs from his family and you could see they were just so proud of him. Which meant a lot to a guy like me who never had anybody "in the bleachers" for me. As I resumed my socializing I subsequently felt a tap from behind and turned to be face to face with him and his family. He still recognized me and remembered my full name as he introduced me to his family, I was amazed at his ability and he was just glowing with such pride and happiness even with all the adversity he had faced and ugly things that he had experienced. His parents told me he had never forgotten my name or my face and what I had done for him and he thanked me and gave me a big hug... it was all I could do not to cry as I told them they were welcome and I would do it again for him any day.  More years went by and the next time I heard anything about him, it was of his passing.

I shared this story not for a pat on my back for what I now know was surely the proper thing, but rather as a prompting, for those who need it, for anyone who ever finds themselves in the same place in life and questions what their response should be.

All that evil ever needs to flourish is an audience.

That's one ticket I'll never be caught paying the price of admission for.
BlueJarhead BlueJarhead
31-35, M
2 Responses Jul 12, 2010

That was a nice thing to do. Keep on helping people.

*Sylph summons wand for a medal*... you may not think you are superman... but with that kid's life, however, as short as his life went, you were his hero... *hugs for a great superhero*...