Welcome back guys! to my blog. I hope you all are doing great. As you have seen today's topic. So lets start with the short story from that you will learn a big lesson..
The other day when I was going out, I saw two of my neighbor's children fighting in the park area. They were fighting for a slot to keep their bicycle. What I could gather was, the older of the two boys used to keep his bicycle in a particular place. The younger boy mischievously started occupying the same space with his bicycle after removing the one already kept there.
Today when the younger boy who was trying to replace the bicycle, he was caught in the process by the other boy. Now they both were fighting over it. But the strange thing I observed was that the younger boy who was playing mischief was putting up the defense strongly. The other boy who must have been older by a few years was almost in tears and arguing meekly. The fight came to an end with the interference of the mother of the older boy.
And that reminded me of an incident of my life. I must have been around eight years old and was in the third standard then, that I suddenly developed an aversion for going to school. I will make al sorts of excuses and would start crying at the time of going to school. This went on for a few days. My mother noticed that I would remain happy otherwise and it is only at school-time that I would get upset. She sensed that something was wrong with me. On asking the reason I would not say anything. She started accompanying me to drop at the school, but I would reach home crying at mid-time. Sometimes I would even lie to my mother about going to school when I used to spend the whole day sitting under a tree near my school.
I would eat my lunch too and come back home when the scheduled school time would be over. One day my mother came to know from my friends who was junior to me would harass and thrash me often. He would pick up the fight and thrash many other students. Although I was stronger than him physically. I was scared of him because he was act like a bully. The next day my mom caught hold of that boy in the school and told him not to trouble me, but that didn't deter hm. My mother met my class teacher and informed her about the happenings.
She was assured by the teacher that this will not be repeated. My mother left me in the class and went home but soon after I reached home crying. She got annoyed and complained to the Principal who called the boy's parents. The parents accepted that he is a little mischievous and keeps playing prank at home also, but they assured everyone that he will behave himself.
The next few days that boy didn't do anything and everything seemed to have settled. I too started going to school happily but would make it a point to avoid him. Then one day, again I went home crying. That boy had beaten me and eaten my lunch too. That day my mom gave me a lesson that changed my life from that point. She said that she cannot go to school everyday with me. The teachers cannot keep an eye always on that boy.
That day my mom told me to face him and hit him back if he tries to harm me. She also said that if I come back home crying, she will be the one who beat me instead.
The next day I gathered courage and went to school. I was mentally prepared to face him. The boy was unaware that something in me had changed. So as usual he came to pick up a fight with me and got the shock of his life when I retaliated. He was so used to see me crying and trying to run away, and would chase and thrash me.
My resistance angered him. I stood in my place firmly. He lifted his hand to slap me. I caught hold of his hand and gave him back a tight slap with full force. For a moment he couldn't understand what had happened but must have felt the pain that brought him back to his senses. He started crying and ran away from me. It was the first time that I felt a sense of victory. I discovered a new strength in me.
That day I didn't go back home crying. I told my mother excitedly what had happened. It was new found confidence for me and that I could protect my self. In face of a challenge there are normally two types of responses; Fight or Flight. The fight takes a lot of courage and flight takes away dignity. The episode gave me the mental strength to fight for myself and the confidence to tackle any adversity. That day I learned a lesson that stayed with me, that I must not run away from problems but fight back.
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