The Bully

When I was around 8 yrs old I broke my arm. I fell from high up on a tree and cracked my wrist. It was the worst pain I had ever felt at the time. I remember the doctor stretching my arm out of the bent position that it was stuck at. He proceeded to put on a plaster cast on it. Now days that put some other kind of cast. Now they put on some kind of mesh material thing that basically does the same thing. The difference is that it isn't as fun to sign and I don't think it is quite as strong or hard as the plaster one was.
One Saturday morning, my brother and I went outside to where all the kids from the neighborhood were playing. For some reason there was a solemn look on our neighbors face. He explained that a kid from the other street was going to come and fight him. The kid was older than all of us, and back then that automatically meant that he was much bigger, stronger, and meaner too. I don't remember the reason why he wanted to come over there but I do remember the fear in the air from all of us younger kids. My brother decided then that he would help Hugh, our neighbor and that they would work together to defeat Goliath. They would circle around him and attack from different angles to defeat him.
Just like that Goliath was there. He seemed to be 8 ft tall although he was probably much smaller. It was on. I with my plaster cast broken arm just watched. Some wrestling and shoving started and the fight was underway. Anytime my brother or Hugh would attack, Goliath attacked harder. He was much bigger and determined to defeat the two younger kids. Although there wasn't much more than a couple small body slams or punches in the stomach or chest, it seemed like our street kids were going to lose. I didn't enjoy watching my brother get hurt. Hugh's little brother who was all of 7, but a tough little kid, joined. Again I just stood and watched. Now Goliath was giving a beating to three kids. My best friend, Heath, his brother Hugh and my own brother. I had to get in there. I had no choice. So I did. Now all four of us were surrounding him. Telling him to leave our street. He would not leave. We tried hard to intimidate him but it didn't work. He was going to take us all on. Now my brother and Hugh decided to attack at the same time. Goliath's back was to me as he fought my brother and Hugh. I couldn't really tell who was winning but I was sure it was my time to act. I felt the heaviness and hardness of my cast. That's it! It hit me like a bolt of lightning. Just then I came in like a Zepplin from the sky. CRACK! I hit Goliath in the back with all a force that an 8 yr old could muster. It hurt him. Big time! The cast was heavy and strong. It gave me a weapon of mass destruction. It was a force. He turned to me with a cry of pain and now focused on me. Terror struck me. I was scared as he made his way towards me to give me payback. I backed up and could not run. Embracing myself to take a blow I almost closed my eyes. Just then, both my brother and Hugh attacked again. Making sure he wouldn't get attacked from behind again he turned quickly to fight them again. They came in and attacked. This took his eyes off me again. This time I put my arm in front of me and charged. I ran full force and again, WHAM! Into the middle of his back again. Another wince of pain on his face. This time he yelled at me. "I am gonna break your other arm!" Once again he turned to me, once again my brother and Hugh attacked, once again he turned back, once again I charged. Once again Tag! Goliath was done. This wasn't worth it anymore. He cussed a little and took off. Took off running. Like a bunch of cheerleaders we were jumping up and down. We won. Although I felt like a hero that day, it was truly truly a joint effort. If they didn't help, he really might have broke my other arm. Its almost scary sometimes when we think about how circumstances seemed to perfectly come together. Maybe that's the way things were supposed to be. I thank God.