I was bullied baddly at school, I wont go it to too many details but at 17 I was stabed in the chest and had my head slammed in a car door.
When I awoke in hospital a few days latter I said to my self, never never again.
Ironic is it not that just a meer two year's later I was working as a doorman in some of the worst places the North of England had to offer, by 23 I was working CPP out in Eastern Europe.
I turned out that once I got over my fear of been hurt, that I realised I had a skill. a talent for dealing with the unruly, If I want it more than them, I have won, I wont back down, I wont be beaten. Some people asume that because of the jobs I have done it makes me a thug, thats wrong, because in 11 years I've lost my tempore twice, once with a guy who had my girlfriend by the throat and some one I saw stamping on a cat, both I feel arn't going to stop me going to heaven

In the office I work at now, there is a couple of blokes that try and lord it over the younger and newer staff, I enjoy verbly cutting them up, it seems almost more intemdating to these week spinless bullys in all walks of life when some one they know could hurt them, doesn't but crushes them with meer wit or the "thought" of what could be done.
It's my old schools reunion in 6 weeks, I will be going, and I will be polite and respectful, but woe betide any one that thinks I'm till the Jon they almost killed on 1st of Feburary 1997.
I'm not a vengeful person, in fact I should thank them for helping me find my strengh, but it's my mannor now and they may need to show a little respect.
(Epic rant over, back to normal forum viewing after the break)