These Bullies Don't Know That The New Student Is A Tough Delinquent
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Sixteen-year-old Erik is sent to a boarding school for re-education. There, the older students teach the younger ones their methods, and he does manage to learn a thing or two...
Movie Title: Evil (2003) - Фільми й анімація
I grew up as the victim of an abusive alcoholic father, and other's bullying me. That's why I hate bullies, violence and refuse to be a victim ever again.
Sending you a big hug 🫶🏻
I was bullied by my dad i was his punch bag for a lot of years until i grew up and i wasn't such a easy target but i never sunk to his level and used violence against him, I left home and cut him out of my life and become a dad with 2 kids and never once told them he existed. Then 2 years ago i was contacted by my sister that he was dying and would like to see me and all his grand kids before he went i said no, that was my punishment to that nasty piece of work i owed him nothing for what he did to me it may of been alot of years ago but it wasn't something i would ever forget he died and i did not shed one tier for that monster.
You reap what you sow.
You will meet again bro 💚
How terrible your childhood must of been, I am sure you are the dad to your children that you never had, best wishes to you.
I put up with my dad's psych abuse for decades. Go visit him, spend a few hours being told how useless I was, take 4 weeks to get over it, then back again. Finally he got pissed at me for something and told me come collect my stuff and give him his key back. As usual, a couple of days before I was to go get my stuff he called to say forget about it, all is good. I showed up anyway, and picked up my stuff, handed him the key and said "have a nice Life". 4 weeks of pleading for me to come back, gradually becoming threats of disinheritance. I was going to call him at Christmas but he passed away on Dec 5, 2005. Both my brother and I were cut out of the will, and my half brother got it all. Oh well, that's how it goes. He died alone and friendless. No regrets on my part.
You need to go see your dad. You have only one dad when he gone he gone. I lost my dad when I was two. He drowned in lake Houston in 1957. In 2009 I lost my son he was 23 and 15 days old. He lay on the rail road tracks. Two block from our house. Over a girls. I cry every day for my son. I take his place of I could. Yes your dad hurt you I'm sorry about it. I do not know his and your heart. But it's your dad. All I have to see his grave. For the last 65 years
I was a 6-1 freshmen. I stopped many fights from happening. The freshmen used to get picked on pretty good but I never let an unjust punch be thrown. I hate bullies.
I was beat by my mom so in school I never backed down from anyone nobody messed with me I hated bullies when I turned 15 my mom went to beat me with her belt I grabbed her wrist told her if she ever touched me or my little sister again I'd break her arms,and maybe we should tell my dad she never touched us again at 80 she died of cancer none of her kids she'd a tear I told my dad years later what she did he was sad about it and said I should have told him,I raised 4 kids as a single dad my oldest boy got bullied by a kid at school I told the school they did nothing so I told him if the kid touched him again kick his ass or else he did got suspended 3 days I rewarded him and he wound up with alot of friends and joined the army when he turned 18 he's 29 now and still military.
I went to a catholic high school I was always intimidated by an older kid from another public high school he used to wait for me everyday after school at the local railway station. He would punch me in the stomach and one time ha gave me a fat lip, I was only 14 at the time the bully was 16, after the fat lip I decided I wasn’t going to put up with this any longer, on the way to the station I was scared witless but determined I got to the station and before he could say anything or do anything I punched him as hard as I could on the nose it immediately started to bleed, when he was holding his nose I kicked him in the crutch, he went down holding his crutch, while he was down I kicked him twice in the stomach, he was crying like a baby, as I walked away I said to him I thought you were a tough guy don’t ever come near me again. This kid terrorised me for over a year, it turns out he was a bully that picked on other kids he thought he could push around. I never saw him again after that, I hope he never turned his attention to some other kid smaller than him.
At my nursing school, the instructors will fail minorities for no reason other than their dislike of minorities. I passed my grades but I was called by my professor and she told me that as per the Dean, I was to fail the semester. I didn't answer, and the next thing I did was walk into the law office of the JHON COLEMAN at Fort Myers and explain my situation. John took the case and a similar agreement between the school and me happens. A few months later I finished school and get my degree. God bless Mr. COLEMAN for what he did for me.
My father broke both my legs when i was 4 years old. Then tried to drown me. Before I was 11 years old, Gary broke both my arms, both legs, left shin in 3 places, 7 ribs, my maxillary below my left eye socket and my skull with a glass coke bottle. At age 11, Gary shot me with a 12 gage shotgun. I would run away from the youth shelter at OCMH later that summer because the house parents were worse than Gary and live in the streets until I was 19 years old. At age 19, I was 5'7" and weighed 120lbs and my waist was 22". Today I'm a scientist in northern Africa.
God bless you buddy
Why do children have to have such bitches as supposed parents. They obviously didnt reach the heart. I know that i was not the best parent as i took on 3 stepchildren at the age of 26 when i didnt even know how to have sex. I had a hard time with them and withdrew into my own shell and became estranged to them and my wife. Now divorced, I just have tried to be there for my son as he is my world, Although he sits on the internet all day and hardly speaks to me. I have never lifted my hand to kids. I hope you have charged them with abuse.
@@garyclarke3315 Grow a pair and get rid of the internet. Tell your kid to go out and play football or baseball so he doesn't end up with pink hair and a nose ring.
@@garyclarke3315 I'm not sure why YT shadow banned your comment. It's showing up in the DM but not on the thread.
Stop lying fool
When I was in the 8th grade, I had a best friend who was constantly bullied by an older student that was supposed to have been in the 10th grade but got held back to the 9th grade. One day she came to me upset at what the older student did and I went and confronted her. When she pushed me I pushed her back and we started fighting in the hallways. Although she was much bigger than me I was able to land some hits until the onlookers yelled "Teacher" so we stopped and walked away before they arrived. None of us got into trouble but from then on the older student never bothered me or my friends again!
You did exactly what you're supposed to do bullies are cowards and they will words and I will back away just like that 1 that 1 did didn't want any more trouble with you
Good for you
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Female bullies do it with words and destroyed reputations. Males can't do that without getting smoke. You brought real smoke. I bet it was a real shocker.
Awesome story! Thanks for sharing God bless.
I've never known a bully that picks on someone bigger than they are.
All bullies are cowards
I have always hated bullies. Standing up to them when ever the situation came up. I am 69 now and still hate the bullies and stop them every time one pops his wicked little head up. Yet I've never had to fight one, they always backed down when it got to close to a fight.
I grew up in foster care back in the 50’s-60’s. We learned real quick to toe the line and to defend ourselves with brute force and we did.
No one has ever bullied me, they tried but I let them have it. I always looked for the bullies and would take them aside and 'speak' to them. I hate it when evil preys on the weak. It goes against every fibre in my body.
I taught martials arts and shootwrestling with Ron Beer in Markham, Canada
I grew up a Navy brat...and thus, moved around a lot. Being Half-Mexican/Half-Filipino, I was picked on a few times. But it never lasted long, because I fought back--breaking a few noses and rupturing one guy's spleen. I never got in trouble with my parents, because they always told me I'd be in a world of trouble if I ever started a fight...but not for ending one, or defending myself. This is what I've passed along to my two sons. I'm 50 and do not condone violence. But I will defend myself if needed (I'm also a black belt in BJJ)
Ben, I too grew up a Navy Brat. I was in my DAD's Navy. Every Dam Day. I would defend myself every Dam day. I was always restricted to my room for 6 weeks at a time for BS. I learned to tolerate pain and tolerate people's BS. I learned that pain on earth is nothing compared to real HELL.
well done sir for holding your ground
@@markgilley4176 Sorry, from USMC brat.
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Otto was shit scared in the end, started crying, and begged for mercy.
That's the reality of bullies; they are shit scared of the tougher hence pounce their frustrations on the weak and vulnerable only.
I was a severely bullied kid myself who finally learned to stand up for himself with the encouragement of a few good friends.
I was the youngest. My sister, one year older than me, and I was in junior high school and my older brother was in high school. A boy that liked her but she rejected started bullying her by "accidentally" bumping into her and saying rude and obnoxious things to her. I told my brother I wanted to punch his lights out. He poked me in the solar plexus and it about dubbed me over. "Hit'm right there as hard as you can and then start swinging as fast as you can and don't stop until it over and get out of there fast." I did just that. Took him out completely breathless, no defense at all. I told him if he touches my sister again I'd kill him. Problem solved for good.
Yes, I had a sad situation at school when I was in the first year of attendance, the equivalent of a freshman I guess...
Whilst walking up to the schools main gate, pushing my bike, I noticed a large crowd of students, boys & girls at the gate...
Upon pushing my way through the crowd of about a hundred students, I saw the school bully, who towered over me & had a small kitten that he was about to impale the poor animal on the pointed fence...
Ignoring my fears & listening to my compulsion, I demanded the bully hand me the kitten, he said he would but was going to impale me on the fence instead...
I said "OK", because I wanted the kitten to be safe...
He hands me the kitten which I passed to a couple of older female students who took the kitten to safety...
At this the bully clenched his rather large fist, but before he could raise his arm to strike me I head butted him in the face altering the position of his ugly nose...
The bully went flying backwards leaving a trail of levitating blood in the air as it all appeared to happen in slow motion like a Bruce Lee movie...
As the bully lay on the carpark tarmac, unconscious the whole school had Now gathered & gave me the most incredible cheer...
The kitten was taken home by one of the two girls who I handed him to...
Needless to say I was never pushed around by anyone in that school again & have always believed in the power of conviction since...
Today, like the boy in this video I fight against injustice & run my own animal sanctuary for cruelly treated, unwanted & abandoned animals...
THANKYOU FOR THE GREAT VIDEO SHARE...👍😊❤
bollocks
And then I woke up.
@@Steve-jq4st lol
Oh yeah
What is levitating blood? As a nurse of over 30 years I have never heard of this!
I was bullied in 6th grade. Then I hit puberty early, and started lifting weights and sparring with friends. In 7th grade the ringleader challenged me to a fight after school. I looked him in the eye and said, "You know what... let's do it. I don't think you can beat me." He stammered and made an excuse. Fight never happened, and he avoided me from then on. That said, it could have went sideways. I could have met him and his goons could have come out and beat me badly. It's best to not fight. Even when you win, you lose.
I was bullied by my dad and kids my whole life but I stood up to them all and I also stood up for other kids who could bullies sometime need to be put in their place
I was not a good student, academically. But bullies were dealt swiftly and severely. The learned quickly not to mess with my friends or kids that could not defend themselves.
I was raised by a abusive alcoholic, I was not of his blood and that made me his target. For has long as I can remember from the age of 4 till 14 . He tried to get in the house one day and we keep a shotgun over the kitchen door, I took it and loaded it, I had already made my mind up that if he got through the door I was going to kill him. He didn't get in and the karma came for him that afternoon. He was struck by a train and killed on his way home.
Yes, I was bullied at school. Just a group of boys at my hostel continued to harass me. Not all in the dormitory of 24 agreed with what they were doing. The leader had an older brother and a younger brother at the boarding school and I was a small boy and suffered from a sight problem as well as being small in Stature. They even tried to squash a locust in my mouth. My nerves were shot, to the point of wetting my bed for 3 nights in a row. That was most embarrassing. NO ONE defended me. Even the prefects didn't stand up for me except one who I was friendly with well built and pushed weights. I wanted to get help but was always afraid to ask. I endured this for 2 years and then was moved to dorm 3 but because I was the smallest, was moved back to the younger dormitory. For some reason, my parents did not send me back to boarding school. I would have liked to stay in the school, but then had to go to another school which I hated with a passion and could not continue. Even my geometry teacher hated me and kicked me out the class. That is when i just left for home and never returned.
My Dad came home intoxicated and started in on me and my brother.
We had a full grown German Shepherd and mom told her to put my Dad in a corner.
Dad stayed in the corner even when he had to go to the restroom.
Dad soon learned who's the boss was and he never came at us again.
Mine was that I was Erik, I served the bullies and also did graduate. But in the end I regret not apologizing to those that bullied me, but got back at them. Since High School, I never got into another fight, because words and actions say more than a punch.
I said the same to my son, NEVER start a fight, but make sure you finish it, hard.
My stepbrother and I used to fight each other regularly but when we were at school together we both fought against the bullies. In my experience they are weak and insecure people who go to water as soon as you fight back.
I was always "little Gary" and picked on, but I always fought back. After fighting back I was left alone until the next bully came along. I started to study Judo, train at Chuck Norris school and went on to get an 8th degree black belt in Kung Fu San Soo. I learned most bullys are full of puff and stuff and confidence in you attitude will a lot of times persuade them to leave you alone...but a martial arts background can help cement the deal with grounding results.
By the time you train enough to be a black belt you are grown up and bullies leave you alone, anyway. I was picked on, too, but I finally grew up and I was never a bully back because they are scum bags.
I got cussed out by some thugs this morning and fighting only gets you thrown in jail. I was told the guy was going to knock me out, but I told him to bring it on and he just kept mouthing off and running away. If I had given him what he deserved, I'd be in jail for it. It's not even worth it.
Kungfu San soo, I trained under al rubin in riverside California, I was one of the pall bearers @ his funeral in April of 1987, then also attended Jimmy H. woos funeral! I went to 3rd degree before moving to Oregon and trained here until recently! I'm only 5' 8" tall @ 170 lbs,,, but very well trained, and never take shit from anyone! Best wishes..
Self defence is self defence though.@@bradtaylor4765
I've been disabled since birth. My stepfather travelled to a new workplace/base every 12 months, so I had a new school every year. Sometimes I'd have a few schools in one year. I'd go to a new school, I'd get the new kid treatment plus the crippled kid treatment. One school it was year nine, a kid tripped me and pushed me over so I fell into a desk. I hit my head pretty hard and cut my lip and forehead. I still don't remember what happened next, until I was being dragged off him by a teacher. Apparently I had picked up the desk I was tripped over into by one leg and used it like a club to beat the kid who tripped me so savagely I broke the chair he was sitting in and gave him a concussion. That was one of the years I went to more than one school.
Yep. I was small but a swimmer training almost 5 hours/day. So I was strong, Then I got into both Judo and later boxing and no longer bullied. The guy who taught me to box knew my situation and he was important in my life for showing me what skill can do. It is about confidence and how you carry yourself and always get the first hit in.
At junior high I was small and had not yet reached puberty. I was bullied relentlessly. Then around 14 I suddenly started to grow, soon I was bigger than my bullies, not long before I put several of the worst down. Never bullied again. Sadly many will not achieve this. But one friend at the time, who was also bullied went on to get a degree. Ended up in management for a forest product company. Now he was boss over the bullies, who were just production workers.
I was bullied in my Frosh year in HS by a guy named Robert. He was older and bigger than me. I was skinny and small then and not a fighter. I was too scared to fight back. I wanted to fight back but didn't know how, and was too scared. That was 47 years ago and I still remember it like it was yesterday. I regret not fighting back to this day.
@@stevewick9508 Same thing happened to me. The bully was always trying to catch me to beat me up, but I was faster and would outrun him. I avoided him for months, finally my family ended up moving so I never saw him again. He taught me something very valuable in life. I have never run from a fight since those days in the 9th grade, I have learned it is better to stand up for myself than to live with being afraid all the time. I have a lot to thank that bully for. He shaped my life in a positive way. I don't start fights, but I will defend myself and others who can't defend themselves.
People forget that teachers Can also be bullies. Often times they are even worse than the student bullies, turning a blind eye and letting things happen.
My own childhood was somewhat cruel. When I went to comprehensive school I was the only boy in shorts. At home my stepmother refused to let me wear long trousers (I lost my mother at birth and my father blamed me) As the only boy in shorts I was bullied mercilessly by the other boys for three years until my BCG injection which my mother had to attend. To her credit she relented and got me longs but it was too late as I was now school scapegoat. (1200 kids) I only was able to make friends in 6th form as they were mainly new students from other schools. That experience scarred me for most of my life until I was in mid 50's. Then I was able to face my past and overcome it but not before I neglected my father in his old age because of my own past. I now devote my life to helping the world in repentance, but as my blindness advances I am in a race against time as I need to make a difference before I am helpless. (I am making progress but it gets harder all the time and I am alone in my task)... I have never been able to defend myself except in my imagination. I am not made of that stuff and I would rather be invisible, and that is how I work today at 71 years old!
I had 10 years of bullying when I was in grade school and high School. I was the only kid in school with red hair and freckles..... and both the nuns and my parents told me to turn the other cheek, so I did --. And they hit that one even harder.
I hate bullying.
Sorry you went through that. I also have red hair and freckles and was bullied most of my childhood. I wish I were taught to fight back. Now I do!
Be proud you're an Irishman.
@@parkerbohnn when they got me mad enough....... They discovered I was an Irishman -- and it's then that they wish they hadn't!
@@johndonlan5956 My nephew still has red hair at age 27. No one would ever dream of bullying him. He got a football scholarship, a scholarship in rugby and and was asked out to the Olympic weightlifting team for Canada. He has freakish strength, natural strength. At age three he used to bear hug adults weighing 200 pounds and walk around with them in circles.
This is a great movie from Sweden released in 2003 the title is Ondskan which in English translates as Evil. Excellent acting throughout.
Thanks. Looks like a great movie. And Sweden has the dragon girl as well.
Great heart touching story. Well done Eric.
I was never bullied. I was the kid that used to stick up and defend kids that where bullied.
By the way what happened to Marta??
Great movie, too bad they don't make films like this in Hollywierd.
My father hit me with a slipper from 6 years old and continued through the years going from slipper to belt to horse whip. He only stopped when I was nineteen years old when I told him if he ever raised a hand to me again it would be the last time. He didn't. .....
I was bullied in elementary school. For years, the school bully and her gang followed me home, taunting me. Finally, in my last year - sixth grade - I'd had enough. My father, an athlete, had been teaching my brother and me how to fight. "Lead with your left and come in with a right hook" was one of his favorite moves. One day, I learned that the leader of the bullying gang was going to beat me up in the schoolyard, when we went home for lunch. I was a girl of normal size, but she was huge - a boulder of a girl. I was afraid, of course, as I went down the stairs at lunch break, flanked by my two best friends, Dottie and Joanie. I couldn't squeal on the bully, of course, because I'd be known as a snitch, and that would make things worse. When we emerged into the schoolyard, there was the bully, waiting for me, arms crossed, a nasty scowl on her face, with five of her gang of boys standing behind her. I walked right up to her, threw a left, and went in with a right hook, as my father had taught me. She went down, writhing with pain, and her gang ran away. I jumped on her and kept punching, unaware that I had knocked out one of her teeth. My hands were covered in blood. My friends were screaming, "You got her! You got her! Let's get out-a here!" and they pulled me off her. As we ran away, we could hear her bawling. I lived right around the corner. My friends ran into my house shouting "She beat up Mary! She beat up Mary!" My father was uncharacteristically home for lunch. When he saw my torn skirt and bloody hands he said, "My little girl! What did you do?" It was a major betrayal, lol. He'd taught me to fight back, and when I did he saw only his "little" girl. When that happened, something happened to me: I never experienced fear of being attacked again, and have never had anyone approach me or bully. When I met Mary at the bus stop a week later, she looked down and said she was sorry for bullying me, and I apologized to her. It was a great moment in my life. I carry something about me that says "Don't mess with her," but luckily, it never kept boys away, lol.
In first year of high school I defended myself against a bully in front of his followers, all i had to do was stand up to him and look him in the eyes.
My father was in the oil field and we changed school alot - seems every school some bully would try an establish some authority or pecking order over new students - my father recognizing the problem told me that if someone was going to push me to a fight that I should hit him as hard as I could in the mouth first - he said that the pain and blood would change their attitude... so next time we moved and the local bully went to try me on I hit him as hard as I could right in the mouth - his mouth spewed blood and he spit out his two front teeth - amazingly nobody was stupid enough to try me anymore. I still have the scars on my knuckles from his two front teeth... in the end my dad was right...
agreed
Is a wonder you were not sued for those two front teeth.
Why is that??@@MrBeevee5
@@EviMlcak The world we live in.
I was a loner in school & was chased around buy other guys during interval, now as an adult I hurt bullies back.
Damn Panda. Anyone who can endure what you endured must be "quite" a man. The memories you live with must be horrid. It makes my heart sing that you became a professional. I shutter thinking what you went through..I would be wanting some payback From Gary. I can't even imagine handling just day to day beatings. God bless you human. We are all related. Gary was a sick person. You had real bad luck getting him for a caregiver. In my opinion God would forgive anyone putting him away with no regrets, so if you have those feeling they are very natural.. You are a survivor. Be proud and may your remaining life be filled with sunshine and your scientific career give you satisification and a felling of well being. I pray to god the nightmares turn to dust. God bless you. You survived for some "good" reason.
Was bullied from kindergarten to college. It drove me to sports and I excelled. Most bullies were very uncoordinated and I viciously embarrassed them on many fields 😂. By college, I took up boxing Although I didn’t win any tournament I always made it to the finals. From my training I definitely knew how to handle any civilian situation. I’ve always hated bullying and hope the bullied reach from within and steady their ship!
My father was a world ranked middleweight and my mother was a Carling O'Keefe World arm wrestling Champion.
Moved a lot I was the Newby, First days of 6th grade,there was a mouthy kid that decided I was the one he was going to pick on,and he was insulting and messing with my sister, we left school and both went in the Sam direction home. He thought he would try and intimidate, I gave him fair warning to stay away from me and my sisters, He laugh and lunged at me ,only to find my fist smashing into his face as hard as I could, he went down to the ground quick,he got up and started running his mouth again ,I hit him 2 more times in his face as hard as I could, he went down,when he got up he tried to run away,I knocked him to the ground again,chased him all the way to his house, his daddy took him out of school and moved away,but not before most of the school could see both of his black and blue Eyes and the lumps all over him. I had no problem with bullies at that school again
I think most of us went through the pecking order. When I'd had enough, my junior year, I broke a 3/8 rod off a metal chair. I was told 3 guys off the foo football team was going to do a gangbanger thing on me. They chased me into the bathroom, I went into the stall and drew the rod full back. The first one in, broken nose, both lips lacerated, and a laceration under the left jawbone. He fell backwards out the door & #2 entered. He got a laceration from his forehead to his left ear then across his right eyebrow on the second swing. #3 did an about face and ran out of the bathroom. They ran to the principal's office, he called the police & they tried to arrest me for assault with a deadly weapon. Luckily some friends from band got rid of the rod and the band class and half of the history class walked out to the principal's office and testified the bullies bragged about what they were going to do to me so all I got was a 3 day suspension although I did tell the principal and the cops if they ever tried again I would make sure that ppl I knew would finish the job. Although the cops threatened me with prison the bullies never bothered me again. Down deep, I really hate fighting for it serves no good purpose unless you become a professional boxer. However, if given no other choice and it's 3 on 1, make sure you have an equalizer if you want to live.
How in the world did they dismiss the 3 on one factor?
John Wick... Is that you posting again?
People get bullied when they look vulnerable and insecure. Predators can smell it a mile away. My dad was in the Air Force. We moved every one and a half to two years. My family lived in several different countries. I went to nine different schools in eleven years (graduated a year early). I was short, had auburn/red, very curly hair, sported freckles and glasses. Perfect target for bullies, right? Here’s how I avoided being targeted. I carried myself lone wolf style and was quiet. Always kept people guessing. I was never rude to anyone but had a perpetual RBF (not on purpose; other kids told me I had a “do not trespass” vibe). I had a few friends but was never out to make any because in a couple of years I would move on. I was more an observer of other’s behaviors and social dynamics. I learned a lot about people. I always sat in the back of the class, out of sight of others but I could see everyone. I was never bullied and was very happy being left alone and still am.
Somehow I became the target of three bullies. We’ll me along with my best friend. One day after lunch one of the bullies jumps my friend, and he fold, putting up no fight at all, all the while the bully is pounding him. The other two guys come after me. There was no way I could beat both of them up, so I picked the closest guy and kicked him in the the groin. He falls immediately. Then I went after the other bully grabbing him by his shirt and running his head into the shop buildings wall. He is out of commission. The other two saw what I did and fun away. Near the end of the day my friend and I are called to the principle’s office. He talks to my friend first, then me. The kid who I kicked in the ground said I started the fight. The principle says he know the kid was lying to him, then asks me to tell him what happened. My friend told him the same thing I did, and a couple kids who saw everything told him the same story. Apparently the bully who I shoved into the wall had a broken skull. He was at the hospital, and other than a hair,one fracture was ok. In the end the three bully’s were suspended and life got a little easier.
Thank you for your narration.
i was the smallest kid in the school first day 4 bullies, i didn’t know anything about fighting, i ran away, got abeating from my dad for running, next day 7 bullies, stood my ground kicked pulled hair slapped four bullies crying like babies bloody noses fat lips. that was the beginning of my school life. lots of bullies, finished grade 12 joined the military. after being away for 42 years bullies still there knocked two of them unconscious. The bulles are still here, interstly they stay away.
great story. Would love to see a movie that shows this story plus after he grown up
Eric is a stud. Going against the grain. Standing up against the establishment.
I wasn’t bullied but I remember those who tried. Quite amusing seeing them coming years later, cap in hand, asking for a job. Some saw their error of their ways. Others were given a couple words of advice. One was “off”
Top notch... top notch I absolutely love this channel
I was bullied for a whole year by the senior athletes who didn't get to see me at the initiation day dance, because I was in the hospital for appendicitis and a week after, it all started. I was usually turned upside down in trash cans when I was on my way to my next class. Sometimes they would hold me while one or two of them would dump trash on me and then tell me that I have to clean up the mess I made. All of this continued until the first week of May, when the Dean of the school saw them turning me upside down in a trash can for the hundredth time. They were then told that if they did anything to me again, they would be expelled and wouldn't graduate that year.
This is the 3rd Salty Popcorn video I've watched today,(and enjoyed them all),so decided to go ahead and subscribe.
I relate to the story and very very interesting! Looking forward to more videos.
Same situations? Oh yeah. Pretty much exactly the same. The abuse stopped when I just about put my dad in the hospital during a friendly wrestling match. He finally realized that I could pound him into the ground. At school? That ended when one the local jocks walked into the room and swept all my stuff off the desk. Instead of going around the end the row to pick them up, I leaped over the desk, took him down and proceeded to beat the snot out of him. A week later 6 of them waited for me after school. They beat hell out of me but stopped when I caught one of them by the arm and started to twist. Snap crack pop. The others ran, teacher came out and called an ambulance. Never bothered me again. See, it's like this. I wear glasses. When they get knocked of by someone I tend to go into berserker mode. Stand up and fight. It's the only way to stop those types.
Fcuking eh. That’s how to roll! 😂
Exactly. Berserker mode is terrifying. When I have been pushed to that place, I don't feel anything, and it's scary.
there was a big guy in my class that liked to bully, specially this quiet girl that he would lower her pants... and panties in front of everyone. Well i joined the class, being proficient in several martial arts... kind of the only sports i like.... and sort of made a friendship with her, she told me about the bullying. Some days later he tried the same, and i beat the crap out of him. Never did it to her, but tried to bully some others, and well... lets say i became his bully instead... he wouldn't even look at me. Needless to say, made quite a few lifetime friends, even got a few involved in martial arts, and now they are confident grown ups, with kids and all, and that girl, after we lost track of eachother for a few years, turned from ugly duckling into a hell of a swan, and well, getting married soon :) The end.
Awesome !!!! After taking a beating I changed things around, working out and doing full contact...I defended many and was afraid to use full force bc of consequences...I put several guys on their buts with a low shin kick...just to avoid to break their jaws...
Be happy!!
I am what is called a half breed Métis. My family was one of two families that were aboriginal. I was picked on in school by the students and the teachers. One teacher strapped me on a daily basis for things she made up . Some of the students were sympathetic but did nothing to help me. I was the oldest male member of my family and I had a protect my younger siblings. I learned how to fight back against older a bigger students. One day after school I was confronted by a big bully and he punched me in the back of my head. I grabbed him and we hit the ground rolling around until we both got back on to our feet. He grabbed my jacket and pulled it over my head and I was stuck I couldn’t move. He began to beat me with upper cuts to my chin. I saw his crotch and I punched him. He buckled up and I beat the crap out of him. No one ever bothered me again. The whole school was outside watching me beat this bully up . Even the teachers never bothered me again. You have to fight back. I don’t condone fighting with or any kind of violence but defending yourself against bullying is the only way to protect yourself.
I was bullied by foolish guys in my own class in the 90's. Not just my grade but one grade above me and one grade below me cuz I was shy and quiet. Till one day I was done with it. I decided take up a martial arts jeet kun do bruce Lee's style. At that time only two ways suicide or do something about it, so i did something about it. Trained and trained till I got to deal with all bullies. After that had deal with my sisters male bully. Call her names say she was ugly...he got real scared found out I was the one everyone lost to got afraid of quickly cuz my training. I still train this day passing on my knowledge to the kids niece's n nephews. Not for attack but defense.
No; but has been bullied from 1st to 7th grade with taunts and beatings every day for not accepting a role as an underdog in a court with a king who ran the show. Which has developed a hyper sensitivity for when something is not equal and honest. Fortunately, I changed schools where I decided from the start that no one in my class should experience anxiety and ostracism by strongly opposing when there was a prelude to bullying. That class has now met every 5 years for the last 45 years for a reunion and we are like each other's siblings. Until a few years ago, it characterized me in the form of anger towards "the king", until I actively decided that I would not be angry with him anymore; but injustice, abuse, rape and war "still choose themselves" as my chief enemies. Bullying is so disgusting as it fills and shapes you for the rest of your life.
I had an unfortunate encounter with the school bully. It didn't go so well with me as I was the new kid in town.
The bully disappeared and has not been heard from since. He was even on a milk carton for awhile.
20 years later and still no word on his whereabouts.
So, where did you buy him?
Couldn't have just punched him? Kinda extreme no?
There have always been out of control rich kids at boarding schools, but when I was a kid in 1970s rural american public schools, bullies got their asses tore up with wooden paddles. Yeah there was still bullying, but a bully couldn't constantly target weaker kids without getting hard paddlings daily. And I understand that time has passed, and 'corporal punishment' isn't some fix-all remedy, but it works pretty good against bullying, just by the nature of a stronger person whipping a bully's ass = it makes them find an alternate entertainment.
Same corporal punishment at my rural school in the 1970's. A Paddle that hung on the wall in the Principal's office. It was great. The bullies all got punished. The rest of us were safe.
Yeah but that doesn't happen today.
I was bullied by a miss claridge in my first year at primary school in Northamtonshire. She did me a lot of damage including forcing me to change from left to right handed and causing my dyspraxia. She damaged the whole of my life.
great story thank you very much
You don't want to hear about my school! Fist fights were fairly common, with little or no penalties. The interesting thing is, that after the fights, the two that fought generally became friends. It was a whole different world back then, with none of the European snobbery. Everyone was fiercely independent !
In high school the ladies would come to me when someone bullied them. After awhile it was my job. I would walk them to class so I was always late although the teachers knew and would just smile. My counselors ask me not to fight on school grounds so I would invite them to the Park next door. I took my club to keep it one on one. After a few whoopings no one would show up. When they would see me walking in the halls they'd turn around and hurriedly leave. After a few I didn't get to fight anymore after my reputation. The ladies all adored me for being their hero. Making them safe and happy was thanks enough. I was only 5' 7" yet school champ on the wrestling team. I could have won the championship although I'd have to cut my hair. The guy I tossed around for fun won it.
We had a small crew of three guys and a girl..we would catch bullies at class change, force them into the restroom and beat them senseless. Our girl was a tiny thing but had several black belts at only 15. Hell, she was our best fighter. We were all Redneck farm kids
In school they could say anything they wanted to to me. It didn't bother me. But if they messed with one of my friends I go crazy on them.
Good educational clip on staying strong..
Excellent video. Bravo!
My name is Kelly Carroll. Yeah, that's right, 2 girls names. When I reached 3rd grade I had had enough teasing about my name. I ended up standing up in front of the whole school and telling them "alright who wants to get there butt kicked by 2 girls? Needless to the teasing stopped
Bulling did not make me weaker it made me stronger. My concern was for my class mates so I talked to them all and told them I am here for them, this would turn into a war between us and the school teachers and heads of the school. " I told the kids " We are the children of yesterday we are now the minds of adults in body's of children today " From then on education was second to anything else that happen there. We were in a fight for justice, it turned out we were in a fight for our lives. The first boy 8 years old did not make it, he was beaten by the bulling. I found a letter from him left under the floor of my shoe locker. The letter read " may you find some peace some freedom in my escape, but don't follow me in my actions, there not yours to follow. Please pass this message on to the other guys.
No way I would allow the father to beat me. I actually know this from my own life. My own father had to quit when I started beating him instead. I only did this when he tried to harm me.
Yeah, I've encountered my share of bullies. The story is still being written.
This video was a heart breaker to me I can't stand abuse of any kind. I thank God for my loving parents, brothers and sister.
Love this story. So, stand up for what you believe in 👍
I think at some point, everybody gets bullied. I wasn't one for being bullied, I did however stand up for those who were being bullied because I don't like that kind of stuff. Plus, bullies are actually for the most part, Sissies!!! And once you call their bluff you will see.
I've done it many times, and scared the sht out of those who were fkn with me.
I just might have even put hands on them 🤣 to teach them a lesson.
I think every responsible parent should give their kids some kind of martial artist training in this (getting tougher) world.
I feel bad for the "BULLIES" THAT MESSED WITH ME....ONE I ALMOST THREW OVER THE SECOND STORY BALCONY...NO ONE IN THAT SCHOOL NEVER MESSED WITH ME AGAIN! THANKS FOR OUR CHEMISTRY TEACHER THAT "TACKLED ME" WITH THE BULLY ALMOST OVER THE RAIL.... YOU CAN'T SHOW WEAKNESS TO A BULLY..."DESTROY THEM, IT'S THE ONLY WAY YOU ARE GOING TO GET RESPECT...EXPECT NO MERCY!! THANK YOU TEACHER FOR SAVING HIS LIFE.......AND MINE....
I wish I could tell my story but I can’t . I would have to write a book and it would do nobody any good . Sometimes dying with the tragedy you live with is best for all concern . I tried that three times and it didn’t work .
Bullies are everywhere they need to be taken down. I hab a bullie in high school. He was always threatening me i staudup and never backeddown. He never hit me he was trying to look tough in front of his so called friends..he was bigger than me. About 15 years later he came to work where i worked. He hadn't changed 1 bit. He never grew up. I told them both we can work togather and get along..,or if he wanted to fight and if he did beat me up. All i had to do was go to the office and talk to the owner
The owner new i was a excellent worker and i liked and got along very well with the 1oo or more others that work there. He would have fired him and the other person he got to join him. He didn't work there long afterwards. The other guy didn't eather. I worked there 21 years. So pray for the bullies. Learn to defend yourself mentally and physically. Bullies don't care
. And there are all kinds of them Everywhere. Thank you for letting me vent. God bless you all
This is so funny .. I went to a Grammar School like this in Wales in the '60s. I think one of Google's Billionaire's went to the same place.
Absolutely loved this movie 10/10. All the actors were amazing 👍
GREAT STORIE
I can’t believe the cigarette was covered up.
i protected my friends from bullies throughout high school
It just revealed the injustice and the uncaring spirit that some people have for others that is hate being expressed through discrimination and selfish pride and moreover racism.
It's sad knowing someone is getting picked on for no reason but they are smaller or different from others, I loved it when younger the bullies ccx would always say, I can kick his azz, then I would do that to them and no one picked on me again. Use a bat or whatever to get even, that's what it takes to show balls.
Been there, done that. Still standing.
I can't believe there is still hierarchy amongst students. I was bullied every week for being small in stature and maybe because I wore glasses but didn't stay there long enough to get even with the bullies
How in the world can anyone think they are all that picking on someone so much smaller?
@@MrBeevee5 That is the MO of Bullies. They want to dominate. But i do believe that this stems from the home environment too. If the child sees the mother being bullied by the father they pick up the confidence to do the same. Or like me creep into your shell and take the blame for all the wrongs of my brothers.
How can life really be that bad for a person!
Made me feel sick in the stomach seeing his disgusting father beating his son
I was vigilante at 2 schools, I love this movie of justice finding its feet 🏆❤️
Bullies are inadequates; they can dish it out but cannot take it. If the victim fights back and the bully gets hurt in the process, even if the bully wins, they leave the victim alone going forwards.
Mom had 10 children, and we all took up for the under dog in are class.
I remember one day at a local shop this tall handsome looking police officer with a few stripes said Hello Christina and I thought WOW don't remember you handsome . He said don't you remember me you helped me when I was a kid my name is .....etc. you walked with me for a few years when I was being bullied when I was short and fat lol and hit a few good punches lol I just want to thank you and you helped me decide I wanted to be in the police force.
The funny part is I was short and chubby also 🤭 still short but not chubby 😎
Australia 💕Christina
I was never bullied at school nor I was I ever abused at home (most of my peers considered me as having been “spoiled”). I still admire the upperclassmen at my prep school for how great they were, and as a teen never had an affair. So, stories like this all seem like elaborate fiction of two dimensional characters.
I'm Native American, when I was in the 1st grade, we moved off the Rez, I was picked on a lot, got in to fights, I guess they were the privileged boys, after awhile some of the other boys became my friends and we had each other's backs
nice content! thank u :)
You mean how many times did I take up for friends and myself. I got off the school bus once to fight the bus bully all the kids were cheering for me as the bus pulled away. I busted his nose and blood went every where. Then I ask his brother if he wanted some. I had no more problems from them anymore.
same happed to me and the the hotel i still think about it after all this years they say time the biggest healer
Awesome !