The First Strike

Well, I too have found that I am missing a “point” to my blog posts. To fix this, I feel it necessary to switch things up a bit. I had planned on writing on a whole bunch of fun things but sadly, we are going to have to go to the not so fun things. This was what was in store before..

Ideas

1.       Zombies … that’s a lot

2.       Pool gait hop, trailer hiding under..josh, tree kicking, triple team me on wall escape jarom screw over Caleb tackle, thorn bush replacement, lifting zack

3.       doorbell ditching and orange strikes

4.       Doorbell ditching the fishers, Bro. Fisher dropping Zack

5.       Power cutting the Killians, doorbell ditching the teagues

6.       Movie making/ jarom themed, animals are ready to eat you video game gshots

7.       Bart orange fight/doorbell ditching

8.       Just for bart/ falling incidents caleb heath jarom in a puddle

9.       Scouting missions, Geronimo flag turning, uncle john’s calves, coonsbluff sabotaging of others scouts can of beans

10.   Quading experiences, getting shot at, flipping, cow chasing off p. , chasing coyote, flipping quads and shooting off of them

Now you’ll just have to ask me about one of those to find out.

                The story I am going to tell you today isn’t exactly a fond one. It was one of my very first memories. It was no more than a year after I had moved from my old home. I was 6 years old and my little brother was 5. We had some problems with a couple of the neighborhood boys and had the scratches from rock fights to prove it. This however was way too far.

                We had been invited to James Shawkeys birthday party. He was a boy younger than josh by a little bit and was still friendly to us. His older brother however had a problem with us already and was excited to show it. I was a little worried about how this party was going to go, and I actually still remembered wondering if Eric Shawkey was going to do anything to us there. He holds my hatred more than any other, even till this day. Eric was the most rebellious spirit I have ever come in contact with. When we got to their house bearing gifts, we found that he wasn’t even around. He never even participated in his little brothers’ birthday. I think he was there for a while watching but that was just a vague part of this memory. We had fun on a “slip and slide” and their trampoline. What I remember was the end of the whole party. We gave a thank you and said good bye. We went out front to get our towels to dry off and walk home. We were wet and still had our swim suits on, no need for shirts. I remember exactly where I stood and where Josh stood when Eric and all of his Older friends came back to his house. They entered in on scooters and bikes. They stopped and hung out by the tree in their front yard. Laughing, whispering and pointing at us all the while. I knew there was something going on but I didn’t know what to do with such feelings. I felt so bad inside as I dried my pants. Just as I was almost finished Eric ok’ed his friends and ran stealthily towards Josh and depantsed his swimsuit. Josh oblivious to it all turned around looking at all 6 of the older boys laughing and pointing. He looked down and saw why. I was right there watching the whole thing happen and knew, right when Eric got up, that it would be bad. I stood there and watched helplessly. Josh instantly exploded into beyond crying. He was mortified, sobbing from the start. I began crying with him as I helped his swimsuit back up. Not a word was even spoken between us that whole time. I couldn’t even say a thing against them. All I did was look at those animals as we walked home sobbing together arm over shoulder. We slowly recovered breath as we walked home. I still remember the pain I felt when I got to the door with my destroyed little brother as evidence to all that I was useless. This was the first strike and the beginning of my hate.

                What I learned from this experience is that not everyone out in this world is going to treat you right or will even want to treat you equal. This society that we live in is imperfect just like the people in it. We must understand taking precautions to avoid situations and that we must act when there is injustice about. If you miss your moment, you will never get it back. You can be targeted for not acting as well. To defend another doesn’t always have to be about that person. My P.E. class is a great example of that. Bullies thrive on weaknesses they can use against you. To not stand up for yourself is the best way to make a “friend”. The first strike against you is often the most important one. It marks you as a coward who won’t resist in any way or one who will always be a difficult to mess around with. This story is about the first of many strikes that I ever went through. Over time I learned the art of a mask and how effective it is to hold one. To cover up the truth behind the mask has saved me in unpredictable even terrifying moments in my life. With a mask, you can create from most pissed off human being to the happiest person possible. They are used for just about any reason but as for me, it is my defense. If only I had stood up for Josh, then things could have been different for us there. You’ll see what I mean in my new blog posts.