One day, my middle school bully knocked my books out of my hands in the hallway, then tried to run away.

My dorky middle school butt had been training martial arts for 4 years by the time I was in 7th grade.

I grabbed her shoulder, and pulled her straight back into a right cross, shocking her only slightly more than I shocked myself!

Quivering with the adrenaline of justified self defense, I quickly gathered up my things and went on my way to class, leaving ol’ Tammy knocked out right there in the hallway.

No one ever messed with me again.

And I didn’t start dating til college! Ha.

Loved your story. Thanks for proving more words are sometimes far better than just a sparse few!