It was in high school. I was in ROTC. We were playing war games in the woods behind the football field. One of the guys that was playing kept hassling me hard. I had no idea why. When we got onto the field, he charged me, the kind of charge you do if you’re trying to tackle someone to the ground. Dunno why he thought that’d work, I was bigger and stronger by miles. He slammed into me, I grabbed him and lifted him upside down for a few seconds then power drived him into the ground… you know, the wrestling move. I backed up. He came charging at me again full force, so I punched him in the temple full force. He spun around and fell. Then he charged me again. I just let him hold on and try to punch me. I’d already won, didn’t need to make a stronger point.
we got sent to the principals office. But it was just a few minutes before the last day of the year so we got left out.
Years later I was serving him and his friends when I was a waiter for Waffle House. He told his friends “he kicked my fucking ass in high school”. He left me a huge tip. I still have no idea why he attacked me. I had no problem with him. But I appreciate and respect the humility he had when he saw me again.
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