I once was bullied by an uncle i was staying with. It got worse by the day, as i got depressed, from feeling like an utter failure and as a sense of worthlessness griped me.

Until one day, when he attacked me and physically abused me. I found myself picking up my things and walking out into the street, not sure why or what i was doing, nor where i was headed.

I just wanted to be anywhere but there. I went to my church to pass the night, and there i found a young pastor who took me in. And today, as they say, the rest is history.

Bullying can come in various forms and it is an extremely bad pandemic i feel we ain't doing enough to end.

I understand how Ron had felt, when he fought back. After the young pastor took me in, he said to me, "it was bound to happen. Because when you continuously push someone back, eventually they'll hit a wall and cant go any further. the only choice they'll have, is to fight back.