Well, Michael and I have been discussing that we need to share some personal moments on the website. Since I loss the coin toss here is my first go at it. Its a vivid memory from my teenage years…
It just so happen I was on winter break from school. My mother and I had a date for the day. Every once in a while we would spend the day together just the two of us. Usually we would go shopping, to the salon and have our hair done, lunch, and just enjoy time together. That day was not too much different. We woke up early that Saturday and set out for the mall. We spent half the day shopping and browsing. Then we went to my mother’s stylist, had our hair blown out, and curled, stop at Clare’s on the Water for lunch, and then we ended up at the library. I am an avid reader and my mom loves reading her magazines in the peace.
I was browsing through the young adult section, I had already selected three books and was debating between two. While deep in thought considering which one those books will go home with me, I overheard whispering. The whispers grew louder along with footsteps. From around a bookshelf three girls appeared. Each look as if they were the same age as I was, around thirteen give or take a year or two. Two of the girls were poking and pulling the other girl’s hair. As they came, closer I could hear what they were saying to the other girl. Those two other girls were using language my mother would wring my neck if she caught me using such words. Cussing and calling the other girl racial slurs.
I could see the tears streaming beyond her glasses down her face. She was flushed, her fist were clenched, her head was down low, and she looked as if she was trapped without any hope of being save. My parents had always preached that I am a leader that I am not to follow behind anyone especially someone that is doing something wrong. If I see a wrong or someone in need of help then I must intervene and at least try. Realizing if, I did nothing who knows how far these two girls will go bullying this other girl.
Quietly at first, I told them to stop. When it seem that they had not heard me, I said it louder. All three girls stopped and looked at me. Then the two bullies started towards me. Remarking how much they were going to hurt me and calling me names. I was not expecting them to respond in such a way to me. I am not really, what I expected but that was not it. One of the girls knocked my books out of my hands, again I told them to stop.
I should mention here that since I was three years old my father has had me enrolled in a self-defense and karate classes. I knew I could handle myself with these two girls; I just do not like to fight. In fact, I hate confrontation. When the one on the left was, close enough she struck me in the face, as soon as she did that I struck back, in less than ten minutes I had subdued and had both girls pinned to the ground, I told the other girl to get an adult. After everything was explained and we were able to leave with our parents, I realized that immediately I would not sit back idle while others are bullied and harassed. From that moment on, I have been fighting.