When I was 15. On the way home from the shops there was a group of boys known to be hard nuts at school. I heard them egging one of them on to try and go after me. I kept on walking but heard one of them on his pushbike ridding up behind me. I know he was going to try and hit me or something. So as he got close I moved to one side lifted up my fist to face hight and he when smack right into it. I was surprised his nose did not brake, the f***e he smacked into my fist. Thinking back my hand must have hurt but I did not notice. You know what happend then. I kept walking and never looked back. We had past some planks of wood that some builders had be using and I heard him picking up some wood. It turned out to be a pice of 2b1. He came running up behind me but I still did not turn round. That takes balls but as a faggot you would not know about that would you. He was shouting at me to turn round and face him I would not I know that if I did he would swing at me with the wood. After about 300 yards he called out "Stop please, I'll put the wood down" and I heard the wood drop. He then said "Stop please I want to shake your hand" I stopped and turned round. He was standing there with his hand out striched. "look man that fucking well took guts to keep fucking walking, I could not have f-ing well done that" He was the sort of boy who put fuck in between most words. He continued to say "...I an't going fucking hit you, I want to shake your hand" and you know what we did and stayed best mates until he left with his family 3 years after. After that I know I have the inner strenth to face anything.
i cannot call this story inspiring, because i would just have shitted myself and i am totally unable to do what You did Sir Pete, but it definitely moves me, and make me admire You even more.
