i got bullied for a while when we first came to the states. some boys used to gang up on me on my way home from school, and knock me down, and make my clothing dirty....which got me bullied at home by my mom. also, they would gang up on me and steal my money, when i was on the way to the little store, close by. i was new, did not speak the language...maybe, a little...and, had no friends to help me out. but, i had, what i felt what was right in my heart. i started to lurk...to watch when they would go to the candy store. then, one saturday, i went before them. i hid behind the store, and, rushed out and clobbered the lead bully on the head with the biggest rock i could find. he started to cry, then, to bleed. his buddies ran off. and, HE NEVER TOLD....i was a girl, very small for my age, and, had no friends. however, after that, guess what? yup, i got some friends, actually, lots of friends. i wasn't the only kid who hated those bullies, it seems. we grow up to be who we are, often do to stupid unchangeable circumstances of childhood. however, when we have to change...it isn't really ever 2 late.