I had a few problems, but not as bad as some of the less fortunate. There was a harmless guy with cerebral palsy who was often tortured. He had a rough time with speech and some body ticks. He was actually only mildly affected (most of the time) by his malady, so many didn't know he was so easy to injure, but I had known him since 2nd grade. They called him a ret*d, but he was smart as the next guy. He had spent more time in the hospitol than school for several years and was in a special class.
One day, (about a year after I had discovered that a viscious animal lived inside me, on another occasion of bullying against me) I was a sophomore in Hi School and after seeing my friend's, way too thick, already repaired with tape once, glasses get jerked off his face and smashed on the ground and his books thrown in the mud, I defended him against 2 large popular athletes. I don't know where my strength came from but I couldn't take it any longer, the fear in his face made something wake up inside me (In fact, after 32 years I'm still fighting back tears for him when I think of that day, but I don't have any empathy.) and knocked them both in the mud, fancy disco clothes and all.
Fortunately, I only had to do that once, because the biggest and most popular (senior) of all the "cool people" saw this and came to my rescue, before I got hurt. It was 'hands off Hector' (Hector was the sick boy) after that and I had earned a special 'token' place in the inner circle (I was a novelty for a few days) for standing up for him, plus the hands off order was enforced from within the "cool" circle, after that.
So on that day some things changed for a few people. It was no longer "cool" to harrass "lesser beings", if you wanted to be cool, too. It lasted almost a year, but after that crop of seniors graduated, it was business as usual with the jerks and I had made two enemies.
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