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Life Lesson #1

Yesterday, I asked for suggestions on blogging topics. One of my first suggestions was 'life lessons' I had a good think on it and here is the first life lesson I could remember having...
When I was in Jr high school, on my 13th birthday, I got beat up. The girl who beat me up was Tracy Yuhas. Why Tracy beat me up - The boy I had just broken up with (sounds silly to describe a relationship that took place at the age of 12 in such a way) told Tracy that I called her a whore (sounds quite mature for a bunch of 12 year-olds doesn't it?) to get back at me for breaking up with him. By the way, he lied - until that day, I really didn't know Tracy (to any real extent anyway).
The way it went down was quite the well planned event. Tracy had a friend of mine ask me to meet her after school and then bring me to a place off of school property, but close enough so that spectators could easily make their way. My 'friend' well aware of my fate, got me there and when I showed up - waiting for me was: the boy I broke up with (Joey Caravano - who to add insult to injury - turned out to be gay!), Tracy and a large group of my schoolmates that came to watch the fight (more like a beating). It seemed I was the only one who didn't know why I was there.
In my ignorance, I walked right up to them and I didn't have a chance. Tracy grabbed my hair (while saying something like - 'you play with fire and you get burned), pulled my head down and started the beating of a lifetime while my so called friend watched (along with half my class). I don't know how long it went on, before a boy named Khalli Jones on his way home from school, broke through the crowd, stopped the fight and carried me battered & bleeding to the bus stop. The end result of this very happy birthday - swollen face, a black eye, split lip and a bunch of bruised ribs.
What was my lesson that day? Friends aren't always loyal, people are capable of ugliness when rejected and heroes do exist in this world. My first hero was Khalli Jones - a 12 year old boy who was just walking home from school.

Comments

Edward B Khalua said…
It's a good thing you didn't get killed. It's not an excuse for physically beating someone up, but I'll be Tracy had her own burden to bear.

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