Hello friends of the weekend sharing. I still can't get over my amazement, remembering so many things we have done; how far we have come, we look back and say: wow, did I do that?
Right now I find it unbelievable and laugh, fearful in disbelief, but satisfied because, if it came up again, I would do exactly the same thing, or get a little more involved.
Well I say that now, back then, the situation was different. I tell you about a situation I lived some time ago, to be more exact about 49 years ago ha,ha,ha,ha, how fast time goes by and once again I say: the one I was saved from.
I am going to comment on the situation I experienced so that you can understand me.
Dear users, some time ago I was involved in a fight between gangs, just as you read me, but I will tell you more about it.
When I was in high school, it was the time of high school, there was a boy in our classroom that nobody knew much about him, of all the group was of medium height, very quiet, introverted
Everything was going on routinely, until one day we heard that the boy was drinking a lot of liquor, smoking a lot, and was more adult than the other children, and we realized that he was not only different but also the oldest. It was quite strange!
That weekend there was a party which he attended; of course, no other children attended; of course, no other children attended.
On Monday a strange group showed up at the high school, a “patota” type of group, that is the name given to a large number of people, generally bad people or social misfits.
But they were strange to my eyes, within my innocence, I saw them very strange, they wore gloves and black leather jackets, sleeveless, in the hands knuckles had inserted a kind of gray stars type points, they brought chains, rings type white weapon, that group was bigger than him, to see how they grabbed him, I panicked
It was already known that the boy was bad behavior, but this confrontation was too much for me. Seeing him being beaten, kicked in his lower parts, picked him up and hit him again. The boy could not defend himself, he began to bleed from the mouth. I panicked again, imagine a girl involved in that, in the sense of trying desperately, so they wouldn't keep hitting the boy, for me it was really traumatic, not because I knew him or was with him...No! simply because I was innocent, trying to defend the boy, but because I was trying to defend him
At that age it is very difficult, at that moment, I tried to make them understand that it was not necessary to hit him, to let him go, in the end, after shouting and pushing them, they let him go, but after whipping him very well; then they left
The next day we were all waiting for the boy to arrive, well, he arrived very calm, no bruises or anything, he even came with his haircut and everything was normal
The following Monday the boys arrived again, but this time the directors and teachers of the institution intervened and quickly withdrew.
Well, thinking a little about the situation, scrutinizing before and now they did not have to have a reason to act one way or another.
Bullying has existed in all its forms and at all times, of course, with different names, but the damage is the same, heartbreaking in many cases, traumatizing in others, but it has marked our lives, I also thank God because many of us have escaped unscathed in this process, but others have not succeeded.
The truth is that the era, with all its successes and failures, is unforgettable
The best thing about having lived it, being able to share it with you readers is the best, another experience to write down in the book of life. What did you think of my journey? Thank you very much friend @galenkp for all this that unites us every weekend
The main image is my property. My signature with Canva application. Translator used DeepL
