interesting story about my brother:

he was always tiny and scrawny. always picked on and wasnt allowed to play football. well high school comes around and my brother bulks up quite a bit. so one day at one of the high school football games a tiny high school kid got up to go to the bathroom and some bigger guy took his seat. my brother saw this and when the guy refused to give the little guy his seat back my brother told him to get up and give the kid his seat back. well you can imagine how well that went over and long story short my brother pummeled (sp??) the big guy. granted he did get suspended but when my dad went in to talk to his principle my dad said "good. im glad my son had the nerve to stick up to that bully when no one else would. you guys werent going to help the kid out, so my son did"

now i know fighting doesnt solve anything but i was just very glad that after years of being bullied my brother stood up for a kid that couldnt stand up for himself. seems like with people like that they dont understand any other language. personally, me getting bullied was more for my living situation. kids would make fun of my house and how poor my family was. so i just asked my dad to drive me to school so kids wouldnt see my house and make fun of me.