In 9th grade there was a kid who bullied me constantly. He called me names, told me I was worthless, pushed me around, even got other kids to bully me when he wasn't around. One day he was pushing me around as usual, and I snapped. I had finally had enough of his shit and punched him in the face. He was caught completely off-guard, and decided I wasn't worth the trouble anymore. He still could have kicked me ass, but once he realized that I wouldn't just take it he stopped. The next day he approached me after school. I was sure I was gonna get the crap beat outta me, but nope. He apologized. He gave me a genuine apology. We're good friends now. As matter of fact, I'm hanging out with him tomorrow.