Being bullied can be a seriously traumatic experience. Sometimes it's easier to put your head down and act like it isn't happening. Or after it's happened, to forget that it ever did.
But these people actually got the chance to confront their tormenters.
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1/11. All throughout my teen years, I, and several other kids on my street, were bullied by a slightly older kid named Jason. Despite his small size—or because of it—Jason was the biggest bully any of us had ever run across. Everyone was afraid of him, and everyone hated him.
Jason was a third-degree black belt in Tae Kwan Do by the time he was twelve. He was incredibly skilled, super fast, and used his martial arts knowledge for evil. Even though he was only about 5′3″ at the time, he was intimidating to everyone.
About fifteen years later, when I was working at a gas station, I saw him pull up in his rich kid car and come inside. In my head, I was going over things I would say to him, and tried my best to build the confidence to say them. I knew he could still kick my butt, but I didn’t care. I wasn’t afraid of him anymore.
Much to my surprise, he recognized me and smiled when he came to the counter. He must have known from the look on my face that I was recalling all of the terror he had put me through. He kind of chuckled and said something I wasn’t expecting.
“Hey man, I’m really sorry for the way I treated you guys back then. I was a jerk, and I totally know that now. The problems were mine, and I fully admit to them.”
I was speechless, but accepted his apology. Then we had a nice conversation for about ten minutes. He was really pleasant, and had obviously undergone a major personality change.
I would later find out that he was actually an MMA/UFC fighter with several championship belts under his… belt.
That fighter’s name? Jason Reinhardt.
-Shawn E. Crapo
2/11. A guy in high school just didn't like me, nor I him. We got into a big fight (he broke my nose and I knocked a couple of his teeth out) off campus. No police were involved, but it was a pretty bloody affair.
Anyway, about 10 years later I saw him sleeping on the street near where I worked. (continued...)