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Topic: Bullies (08/09/04)

TITLE: Billy The Bully
By Kevin Jarrell
08/10/04

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I wake to the morning call. My mind begins to fill with thoughts of the one place I would rather not go today, SCHOOL. Remembering the events of yesterday pushes the thoughts of laying out to the front of my mind.

Billy, the bully of the school, came in yesterday looking as if he had fought in a street brawl. Seeing this, I said before thinking, looks like you picked on someone tougher than you this time. Big mistake. I saw the rage build quickly in his eyes as he turned towards me. I knew I was about to be the new crimson tiles for the hall floor. He glared at me as if he could kill me. Yet at that moment, I saw something in his eyes. I saw the tears of pain as they broke the horizon of his eyes and begin their journey down his swollen jaw.

After all the days of being taunted by him, it was hard to figure out why I felt so low at that moment. I felt my body relax a bit though as he turned and walked away from me. Those events played on my mind for the remainder of the day. I knew there was something seriously wrong with the situation.

I rise to ready myself for the day ahead. I begin with a prayer that God will guide me and protect me as I face the unknown. I then pray for Billy and whatever it is that brought on the strange reaction the day before. After breakfast, I force myself out the door and down the street to my school.

As I enter the halls of doom, I see Billy watching the doorway like a hawk. He immediately walks towards me. I feel my heart pounding as if it is going to jump to the floor and run away faster than I ever could. As he nears, he asks me a question I will hear echoing in my head throughout eternity. ďHow do you get them to come down and protect you like that?Ē Stunned by the question, I reply, what are you talking about. Yesterday I felt like I could kill you. As I stepped towards you I saw the Angels gathered around you. Tell me how you did it. My pounding heart seems to explode. I close my eyes for a second and tell God thanks for the miracle I had not noticed.

Billy, I didnít call them down. They are with me all the time and they are with you even if you donít notice. Every morning I ask God to protect me as I face the day and he does. With an interested look on his face Billy asks, what do I need to do for this protection? I begin to feel a calm within me as I tell Billy about God and all that he can, and will, do if he accepted his gift of life. I give him the extra pocket Bible I carry everyday and show him the promises of God it contains. Billy then asks me to help him through his personal prayer of salvation. I feel the power of God rush through my body as we begin to pray.

As the urges to shout and dance and sing fill my being, Billy tells me about the cuts and bruises he wears. My father sometimes drinks too much and gets mad about everything. I got these when I tried to stop him from hitting Mom the other night. I begin to understand the forces that had been driving Billyís anger. Iím sorry for the comment I made yesterday. I didnít know. Billy responds with a smile and says, donít be sorry. That remark has changed my life forever.


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Mary Elder-Criss08/16/04
Kevin,

This is a really good article, and very encouraging. It does, however, need quotation marks for your dialogue between characters to seperate what they are saying. It is hard to follow, otherwise. I did enjoy it, and look forward to reading more of your work. Blessings! Mary
Dori Knight08/16/04
a nice story, kevin - thanks for sharing it!
Phyllis Inniss 08/16/04
I love this story and the way you were able to lead Billy to the Lord. Great job.
Dian Moore08/16/04
The only thing lacking is the quotation marks and separate paragraphs to denote who is speaking. This is a wonderful example of what makes a bully as well as the power of our Guardian Angels.
Melanie Kerr 08/16/04
Good story. I have heard of a number of similar accounts to this one. I like the example set of praying for your enemies - I know it is something we should do, but when you see it in a story and read the results is encourages you.
Marina Rojas08/18/04
A powerful reminder that people's anger and bullying doesn't always come from their heart, but their hurts....quotation marks and a few more paragraph breaks would have made this an easier read, but your message shines through. Excellent twist on the bullies theme.
L.M. Lee08/18/04
good story. told well.
Sheila Boyd08/19/04
Good story. It reminds us that people who hurt people are hurting people. They need our compassion and prayers. Thank you.
Karen O'Leary08/19/04
Thank you for sharing this. Maybe we all need to look more closely at the whys behind the anger.
Larry Hill08/21/04
Another great story, thank you