Awesome. I love bully stories.
Here's mine;
As a kid my dad did a ty thing to me. I had older sisters and there were always guys trying to talk to them and/or hang around them so my dad would always send me as a in' chaperone to make sure my sisters were not alone and I could call him if something happened.
Well one dude was always trying to get with one of my sisters but I was always there so he in' hated me. He was probably 17 or 18 and I was 10 or 11.
One day he comes to my school and waits for me (elementary)...
Well he pretty much humiliated me and I limped home and got depressed and didn't talk for awhile. (he roughed me up and I was too small to make a dent)
Ten/eleven years later I had just gotten out of the military and was working for the local sheriffs dept. in the jail... and guess who the is being booked in to my floor?
Yup. Mr. (I beat up children) Bully himself. He was a career criminal being booked for another burglary/theft charge...stood probably 5'7'' and a buck forty soaking wet. (he looked so much more imposing when I was 11)
I took him into the storeroom to get him a mattress and other essentials.
He hadn't even recognized me yet. I got right in his face and towered over him and looked him right in the eye and asked him, "remember me?"
He about his pants.
I told him. I am not surprised to see you in here, if you need anything or anyone gives you -just come talk to me. He nodded and didn't say a in word till he got to his cell and says....thank you.
It was priceless. He's probably still in some correctional facility somewhere.