Have you ever broken a bone?
Hello my friend, I hope you are doing great. Happy Sunday to you, may your Sunday go as smooth as butter. Also, I wish you all the very best for the coming week.
When I was a kid, in my primary school there was a dark room, every kid was told that if you do something very very bad, you will be locked in that room.
Everyone used to be afraid of that room. One day, a teacher punished me, and my classmate was making fun of me. He was pulling my tie again and again.
Initially, I did stop him multiple times. But, he was persistent, I don’t know what happened, I took my belt, and gave a blow to his head.
He started crying, and blood started rushing out of his head. I was frightened, and suddenly all the teachers gathered there and surrounded me.
I was taken to that dark room, I was the first child of that school, who received that honor. It was very frightening, it was dark and untidy.
My mother was called to the school, and honestly everything was damn traumatic. Since, that day, I fear subconsciously, that if I hit someone hard, I might do something horrible to them.
So, in all the street fights of my life, that subconscious fear, always made me hit people responsibly. I don’t know, how good or bad is this, but sometimes, people do deserve the hardest blow.
All in all, I avoid violence, because I am afraid of that part of me. Which is a good thing.
I wish all your bones stay intact always, and you always refrain from unnecessary violence.
My love to you. Have a great day.
~R
An Observer 