BE NOT AFRAID

When I was little in the playground, and started interposing myself between bullies and their victims — with the understanding one of those times it was interposing between my elderly teacher and the delinquent multi-times-repeaters boys in the school next door — I realized I was a coward.

How did I know that? Because every time I looked at the bigger foe rushing towards me, and I understood I WAS going to get hurt, perhaps severely hurt, I wanted to puke and run away. I was terrified.

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