I was verbally bullied through high school. I was called everything. It quickly got to the point where I only went to my locker once a day to change books. I had my coat with me everyday during the winter. That was my way of being out of the hallways so “they” wouldn’t get me. Once, my lung collapsed – not life threatening and by no-one’s fault. I just couldn’t walk as fast for awhile. Anyway, while I was rehabbing it, I didn’t dare even tell a teacher about it for fear that a student would find out and hit me in my chest. Oh yeah – the military. In the Air Force, there was always a nut who had something to say when he was around his friends. I got one of them back (in a way): when he got in serious trouble, I was the lucky one who typed up his discharge paperwork. Oh, I was grinning the whole time! On his last day, he had to get signatures in order to “check out” of the unit. When he finished, he was placed in my office before meeting the colonel. Here we were. I had him! And I didn’t speak a word to him. I decided to be the better man. I hope he learned something.