There is a school bus stop right in front of my house. I live on a corner lot and am able to see everything that is going on there as the kids wait on the school bus. They are, approximately, in the 8-12 year old range. There is one little boy who (let’s call him Mickey) who is always being picked on by the other kids. “Mickey” is 10 years old, I think. He is very thin, shy and just wants to be left alone. I identify with this kid. When I was that age, I was the exact same way. I did grow out of it once became a teen. But, it was a painful 12 or 13 years before I did. Anyway, back to Mickey, there is this one boy (we’ll call him “Donny) in particular that seems to take great delight in just giving Mickey a little push every morning. “Donny” is about 12, bigger, stronger and a bully. I’ve spoke to someone who knows Mickey’s father (his mother recently passed away) about this before. But, for whatever reason, Mickey’s father has shown no inclination to do anything about it. I hate it. But, there really isn’t much I can do except step out my front door and glare at Donny.

This past Monday morning, Donny was pestering Mickey more than usual. Mickey just walked away to be near his sister Gloria who is 8 years old. Gloria is everything Mickey is not. She is the extrovert, the leader of her pack around the neighborhood and is known not to back down from anyone. At about 4’2, she is woman, hear her roar! And that’s a good thing because her brother Mickey is even more introverted since their mother’s death. Back to Donny…he shoved Mickey more than once Monday morning. I was getting pissed sitting there on my couch drinking my coffee, wondering if there was ANYTHING I could do when Donny really pushed hard on Mickey. Mickey fell to the ground with Donny standing over him with a big smirk on his face, saying something I couldn’t hear since I was inside my house. I got up mad, cussing and spilt hot coffee on my left leg when I noticed Gloria making a bee line to Donny. She tapped Donny on the back, he turns around and Gloria gives him a good, solid swift kick to the nads! I mean it was a SOLID shot to the nuts! I then spilt the rest of the coffee on me because I was laughing so hard. Donny is doubled over in pain, falls to the ground and starts heaving to puke. The school bus came to pick the kids up shortly after that “shot heard ‘round the neighborhood.” Poor Donny did not get on the bus. Last time I saw him, he had both his hands around his pelvic area, walking slowly back toward his house.

It’s been interesting watching the kids at the bus stop since that Monday morning Kung Fu kick by Gloria, as I drink my morning coffee. Mickey’s life appears to be much better now. I’ve noticed all week, Donny has stayed as far away from Mickey as possible. Like any bully, once confronted and exposed, he backs away to be by himself. His former clique now hangs with the new bus stop leader; a 4 foot dynamo with a great kick. Little Gloria has increased respect and has a big smirk on her face now. And I’ve had a big grin on my face all week as a result of Gloria’s “home run shot.”