High school we had the bully who did not graduate & was bigger & older then most of us in that school. He would walk the halls during & in between class & bully some of us kids when no hall monitors were around. I was walking to class a little late one morning & he came up to me said some really stupid mean things & pushed me to the ground. He laughed & tried to spit on me as I was getting up. I did not try to fight back so every time he saw me he would say things to me & push me around in front of the other kids... I remember thinking to myself that I would see him again someday after school was over & get back at him then. Years went by but low & behold I saw him standing on a street corner looking sad, homeless, & alone.... big puddle of water at his feet. What perfect timing, I had him. But I found myself feeling sorry for him. I realized he was paying for his life's mistakes. Without saying a word aloud, I wished him well & drove on. The funny thing. I felt good for not taking advantage of the situation that day. Godspeed bully. Godspeed.