My little brother was getting
bullied and none of us could make
him feel better about it. Then one of our closest friends said to
him "My big brother was bullied. He was beat up and
screamed at and hung by his ankles out of the Anderson's art
department windows and they're eight stories high. It got
better, yeah, eventually. It didn't stop, but that's not
the point. The point is that now, what ten years on, he's
served his country in Afghanistan, he's married and he's
got a beautiful kid. Guess what? The people who bullied him?
They've done none of that. At least half of them are dead
because of drug overdoses and the other half are either single and
working minimum wage jobs or junkies. He was good at school and
he's good now. They've recieved their karma by staying the
same bullying low-life scum; just now they know they
are below him and they'll never be able to bully him like that
again." and he managed to rise above his own
bullies.