Originally posted by Pekka
When I was 3 or 4, I punched a handicap kid in the face.
This kid was really annoying, he was in a wheelchair and he used to bite other kids. I mean he always got into fighting because he would take the toys others were playing with I not give them back. Then he used to shout and scream like a girl for no apparent reason. Then you'd go and get the toys and he'd bite you and pull your hair. Really annoying.
So one time when he was not only pulling my hard and drooling on me, I punched him in the face with a closed fist. Boy did the nanny come fast and shout me down. As if it was my fault the kid used to abuse everyone. It was like 'He is in the wheelchair, he is special!'.
It was this day that I realized, no, he's not special. he's an idiot, no excuses for that. I was the special one, because I had the guts to punch him in the face and he was in a wheelchair too.
edit: pulling my HAIR hard
When I was 3 or 4, I punched a handicap kid in the face.
This kid was really annoying, he was in a wheelchair and he used to bite other kids. I mean he always got into fighting because he would take the toys others were playing with I not give them back. Then he used to shout and scream like a girl for no apparent reason. Then you'd go and get the toys and he'd bite you and pull your hair. Really annoying.
So one time when he was not only pulling my hard and drooling on me, I punched him in the face with a closed fist. Boy did the nanny come fast and shout me down. As if it was my fault the kid used to abuse everyone. It was like 'He is in the wheelchair, he is special!'.
It was this day that I realized, no, he's not special. he's an idiot, no excuses for that. I was the special one, because I had the guts to punch him in the face and he was in a wheelchair too.
edit: pulling my HAIR hard
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