In my Junior ROTC class, there were two clearly autistic students and I have high functioning autism. During a lesson in that class, two kids were bullying the two autistic kids and I said, "If you don't shut up, I'll be giving everyone an impromptu lesson on how physics work." He didn't listen and I was true to word and gave everyone an impromptu lessons on how physics work with my Junior ROTC textbook. His nose had a very bad day and I'll say this now, I don't do confrontation at all and avoid it as if my life depends on it. Unless, you pick on my friends, my family, or someone who can't stand up for themselves, I'm going to say or do something. Do I feel guilty? A little bit but, the classmate gave me credit for going through with what I said.
@@CreationOfTheAbyss I hope. This was pre-covid and I was in 11th grade when this happened. I had the urge to yell, "YEET" but didn't. Looking back, I should've yelled, "YEET" because why not.
With regards to Story 6, my maternal grandfather also had a pretty rough early life. Not only was he also named Clarence (he preferred to be called Bob), but his father left when he was 3, he had appendicitis at age 8, and the fact that he wore glasses and was on the chubby side made him an easy target for bullies. He did, however, grow up to have movie-star looks, married my grandmother, served in WWII during the Battle of the Bulge, took a job at Westinghouse, and became a doting father to my mother. Unfortunately, I never got the opportunity to meet my grandfather (he passed away two years before I was born), but I remember the many stories my grandmother and mother told about him.
I took a Kung Fu class about 10 years ago the instructor knew I was so freakishly strong Andy had another student that going too hard when he was sparring with other people he put me with this guy and told me to crank up my strength a couple notches but don't hurt him I spent the next hour tuning this guy up to the point where he was hurting the next day
The scratching girl story was wild. The mom cut her crazy brats nails and gave the trimmings to the mom of the girls that got scratched! And the kid that bit the footballer in the neck
I guess the best karma story I have was a camp story. There's a lot of those so I'm going to pick one that is actually decent So it was my third year at summer camp. So by now I was in the mid teens group of the camp. Usually the bunks in the middle or to the far end (the camp is in the shape of a horseshoe) So I was in the bunk in the middle of the bunk number six . So that summer I had the cousin of the most obnoxious kid in camp. Yes it was painful. So a few days after visiting day, the cousin of the obnoxious kid cross the line by stealing the counselors video camera which he was using to record his trip to the United States ( camp hired international staff members. It was pretty cool meeting people from other countries and learning about their cultures) So he stole the camera and started recording on the counselors trip log which pissed off the camp counselor who owned the camera because he over recorded 5 weeks worth of logs that my counselor was making ! To the point where my counselor was so furious he knew I wanted to beat the living hell out of him. So the counselor just turned a blind eye and said you know what go at it and I just grabbed a broken metal broom and just started going full mortal combat on the kid. Just say it felt real good to beat the crap out of him. TLDR : cousin of annoying camper had made a personal video log on camp counselors personal camera from his trip to the states pissing off set counselor and laying me have a field day beating the living lights out of him.
#24 Actually, that's extortion, not blackmail. Extortion is the general term of getting something through violence or threats; blackmail is the specific subtype of extortion in which you demand payment to NOT release secret information. She wasn't saying she'd give the phone to the cops, just that she had the phone.
When I was in high school, I had a ten/eleven year old neighbor named Georgie whose parents let him get away with anything. One day a friend and I are messing around in my driveway on our skateboards (Tony Hawk and Rodney Mullen... we were not) and Georgie comes over. He immediately starts in on my weight (I was maybe 20 pounds overweight, no biggie and it was hot, so no shirt) and generally being the annoying pest he always was. I told him to eff off and go home, to which he spit on me. So I grabbed little Georgie by the shirt (I was about sixteen then, not big but significantly larger than him) and muscled him into a dog crate. Once latched, I grabbed a creeper (a low, wheeled platform used to roll under cars) and put the crate on it. My friend and I had fun pushing the crate around the driveway and banging on the crate while Georgie cried like a little bitch the entire time until his mom came storming up, demanding we let him out. I told her that we had told him to leave and that he had spit on us, to which she said we should have "made him leave". I told her that the next time he pulls that shit we'll bring him in the crate and leave him in the yard for her. When we let ol' Georgie out, he was shaking like a leaf in a stiff breeze, and he never came back. His mother had a talk with my mom later that day, to which my mother shut her down, saying that every parent in the neighborhood hates her son because he does stuff like this when she's not looking and that I had only done what they all wanted to do. As an addendum, I would continue to use that driveway for everything from skateboarding to working on my car, and the dog crate moved to the front of the garage, always in plain view of Georgie's yard and bedroom window. This was 30 years ago and I hope that little bastard grew up. And developed hemorrhoids. Real bad ones.
Time to spit my story i guess...? So in my first school, i had a bully... Lets call him Bob. Bob was a real pain in the rear and used to make fun of me, and throw tantrums when he knew he was in the wrong; he wanted me to get into trouble. In the next two days, i made fun of him, he screamed so loud, he chokec on hia spit. Now Bob was a voice MACHINE. He could scream for days on end, but when he screamed again, he didnt make noise. When he tried to speak, he made a raspy noise. Bozo lost his voice. Now this story is about 11 years later so I may have made a few mistakes, but I remember some parts... TLDR? Bozo kid made fun of me and lost his voice. Karma is a nasty b-word.
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In my Junior ROTC class, there were two clearly autistic students and I have high functioning autism. During a lesson in that class, two kids were bullying the two autistic kids and I said, "If you don't shut up, I'll be giving everyone an impromptu lesson on how physics work." He didn't listen and I was true to word and gave everyone an impromptu lessons on how physics work with my Junior ROTC textbook. His nose had a very bad day and I'll say this now, I don't do confrontation at all and avoid it as if my life depends on it. Unless, you pick on my friends, my family, or someone who can't stand up for themselves, I'm going to say or do something. Do I feel guilty? A little bit but, the classmate gave me credit for going through with what I said.
At least you stood up for that kid. Don't feel guilty. Feel happy that they (assumingly) don't bully anymore!
@@CreationOfTheAbyss I hope. This was pre-covid and I was in 11th grade when this happened. I had the urge to yell, "YEET" but didn't. Looking back, I should've yelled, "YEET" because why not.
It’s time for the video that is mostly facts
Most of my bullies have overdosed and died as adults. I wouldn’t call it karma, it’s just sad and unfortunate.
With regards to Story 6, my maternal grandfather also had a pretty rough early life. Not only was he also named Clarence (he preferred to be called Bob), but his father left when he was 3, he had appendicitis at age 8, and the fact that he wore glasses and was on the chubby side made him an easy target for bullies. He did, however, grow up to have movie-star looks, married my grandmother, served in WWII during the Battle of the Bulge, took a job at Westinghouse, and became a doting father to my mother.
Unfortunately, I never got the opportunity to meet my grandfather (he passed away two years before I was born), but I remember the many stories my grandmother and mother told about him.
That’s not how you say bangarang…(check out Hook).
I took a Kung Fu class about 10 years ago the instructor knew I was so freakishly strong Andy had another student that going too hard when he was sparring with other people he put me with this guy and told me to crank up my strength a couple notches but don't hurt him I spent the next hour tuning this guy up to the point where he was hurting the next day
The scratching girl story was wild. The mom cut her crazy brats nails and gave the trimmings to the mom of the girls that got scratched!
And the kid that bit the footballer in the neck
I guess the best karma story I have was a camp story. There's a lot of those so I'm going to pick one that is actually decent
So it was my third year at summer camp. So by now I was in the mid teens group of the camp. Usually the bunks in the middle or to the far end (the camp is in the shape of a horseshoe) So I was in the bunk in the middle of the bunk number six . So that summer I had the cousin of the most obnoxious kid in camp. Yes it was painful. So a few days after visiting day, the cousin of the obnoxious kid cross the line by stealing the counselors video camera which he was using to record his trip to the United States ( camp hired international staff members. It was pretty cool meeting people from other countries and learning about their cultures) So he stole the camera and started recording on the counselors trip log which pissed off the camp counselor who owned the camera because he over recorded 5 weeks worth of logs that my counselor was making ! To the point where my counselor was so furious he knew I wanted to beat the living hell out of him. So the counselor just turned a blind eye and said you know what go at it and I just grabbed a broken metal broom and just started going full mortal combat on the kid. Just say it felt real good to beat the crap out of him.
TLDR : cousin of annoying camper had made a personal video log on camp counselors personal camera from his trip to the states pissing off set counselor and laying me have a field day beating the living lights out of him.
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#24 Actually, that's extortion, not blackmail. Extortion is the general term of getting something through violence or threats; blackmail is the specific subtype of extortion in which you demand payment to NOT release secret information. She wasn't saying she'd give the phone to the cops, just that she had the phone.
#12 back when you were 18... also back when Sears still existed..
When I was in high school, I had a ten/eleven year old neighbor named Georgie whose parents let him get away with anything. One day a friend and I are messing around in my driveway on our skateboards (Tony Hawk and Rodney Mullen... we were not) and Georgie comes over. He immediately starts in on my weight (I was maybe 20 pounds overweight, no biggie and it was hot, so no shirt) and generally being the annoying pest he always was. I told him to eff off and go home, to which he spit on me. So I grabbed little Georgie by the shirt (I was about sixteen then, not big but significantly larger than him) and muscled him into a dog crate. Once latched, I grabbed a creeper (a low, wheeled platform used to roll under cars) and put the crate on it. My friend and I had fun pushing the crate around the driveway and banging on the crate while Georgie cried like a little bitch the entire time until his mom came storming up, demanding we let him out. I told her that we had told him to leave and that he had spit on us, to which she said we should have "made him leave". I told her that the next time he pulls that shit we'll bring him in the crate and leave him in the yard for her. When we let ol' Georgie out, he was shaking like a leaf in a stiff breeze, and he never came back. His mother had a talk with my mom later that day, to which my mother shut her down, saying that every parent in the neighborhood hates her son because he does stuff like this when she's not looking and that I had only done what they all wanted to do. As an addendum, I would continue to use that driveway for everything from skateboarding to working on my car, and the dog crate moved to the front of the garage, always in plain view of Georgie's yard and bedroom window. This was 30 years ago and I hope that little bastard grew up. And developed hemorrhoids. Real bad ones.
I’m convinced you don’t spell check your titles
what happened to the other narrator?
Time to spit my story i guess...? So in my first school, i had a bully... Lets call him Bob. Bob was a real pain in the rear and used to make fun of me, and throw tantrums when he knew he was in the wrong; he wanted me to get into trouble. In the next two days, i made fun of him, he screamed so loud, he chokec on hia spit. Now Bob was a voice MACHINE. He could scream for days on end, but when he screamed again, he didnt make noise. When he tried to speak, he made a raspy noise. Bozo lost his voice. Now this story is about 11 years later so I may have made a few mistakes, but I remember some parts...
TLDR? Bozo kid made fun of me and lost his voice. Karma is a nasty b-word.
Now that is true karma😂