If I were this child’s friend, and I were allowed to, I’d comfort him with some encouraging advice and a hug. I’m more of a gentle, caring person now (despite being rebellious with my music choices, such as Metallica. :P xD!), and will usually sit and attempt to, most times, help a child and/or young boy or girl and listen to their problems.
“They always prey on the weak, or those who won’t stand up for themselves.”
This is by far the absolute truth with a lot of kids through elementary, even high school; their main objective is only to annoy, upset, or just to generally be an asshole to those weaker than them. What, in the end, does that make the bully? Weak and pathetic, and insecure as fuck. Their insecurities could sometimes be something wrong at home, like an abusive parent; they see this, and think it’s the right thing when it isn’t.
“When I was bullied, it was either about my weight or the fact that I wear glasses. You can try to turn the other cheek, but that only adds more fuel to the fire.”
When I was picked on, it was because of my Asperger syndrome (basically, a form of autism), as well as a few other things (which I shall choose not to disclose!), which leads to the next thing:
“One day, I finally had enough, and I just gave one of them a nice right hook. After that, the problem mostly stopped.”
There were times where I got pissed off enough and instigated my fair share off fights: Once in a YMCA for some kid who wouldn’t stop running his mouth, so I punched his stomach 2x; another time (rather, a series of times!), I was taunted and picked on by one kid by being called all sorts of shit; One day, I just snapped, and kicked his ass, and he stopped for a little while (it was a recurring problem for about a year and a half.) Another time, said kid said some stupid shit, and I threw my lunch at him, then I punched him. And another time, I grabbed the back of his head, and spat on his head, and he lunged at me and tried choking me; And yet another instance was when this tall twat of a student whacked me in the back, so I picked a (brief) fight with him, but a teacher stopped that. Looking back, in the end, I was pretty nuts, and stupid. But high school can be a real asshole to you if you let it do so.
“I know it couldn’t have been the best way to solve my problem… but for me, it was the ONLY way.”
I used to have that train of thought for the longest time. But then, I’d learnt, from both my counsellor, friends, and a few others that violence only gathers more violence, and, though it took me 2 years, I finally understood that point/thought, and wised up.
“That’s why I feel for this poor boy. He doesn’t deserve to suffer because he happens to like MLP. :’(”
I feel sorry and have pity for this child; Hell, I’d give the aggressors a stern talking, and probably report them to the authorities! Let them (the police and the judge!) deal with it.