
When I was a kid, like all the boys who came before and after me, I learned to deal with bullies. Some fellows fled, others took them on.
One young man-mountain, who was tall and overweight, sat on me once. Another, whose fiery red hair matched the impression that I should stay away, had a beautiful girlfriend whose mother abused her.
She was drawn to such people.
No matter, I stood my ground in defense of one of my brothers and discovered it was worse to be a coward than to take a licking. A few lickings.
At my pugilistic best, I knocked the air out of a classmate named Ernie. It was terrifying to watch him on the ground, writhing and gasping for breath. There is no satisfaction in doing harm, no matter the justification.
As I got older, I discovered that I did better with words than fists. I didn’t always prevail, but I became the person I wanted to be over the course of years.
Matching wits in cross-examination as an expert witness is exhilarating and exhausting, but informs you who you are if you don’t already know. I excelled at it, though it wasn’t a large part of my practice.
Bullies are still present in the world, even though I am well past the point of a street brawl. And while I am not a joiner, you will find me at some rallies and marches. The cause is just, and the exhilaration of a courtroom joust is not so different than joining others for a worthy cause.
The photo above is somewhat like a man in an empty suit. He tries to scare you, but there is really not much to him.
Life is full of tough guys, and we all encounter frauds like the Wizard of Oz, but when you check behind the screen, the loud boasting reminds you of the kids who used to push you around if you let them.
I am old, and I got tired of being afraid some time ago.
As the Stoics of antiquity remind us, tests offer opportunities. Seneca wrote:
Every difficulty in life presents us with an opportunity to turn inward and to invoke our own inner resources. The trials we endure can and should introduce us to our strengths.
Only then do we discover who we are.
I am not very pleased to take on such contests. I wasn’t, either, as a kid, but it was necessary then, and it is needed now.
I have grandchildren, you know.
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The “Ghost Sculpture” was sourced from James Lucas on Substack.











