I know how you feel. In the 9th grade I was a very shy not confident guy. A fight broke out right next to me between these two girls. The only reason I noticed the fight was becuase one of the girls got pushed into me. She got back up and started fighting the first girl, but just watching them fight sickened me. I kept my back to the girls while many students gathered around them in a circle cheering. Eventually the security broke past the circle and tore the two girls apart. I watched as the security took the girl that had been pushed into me away. She had looked so fine seconds ago but now she was crying and blood was all over her face.
I've regretted never stepping in to do something for awhile now, but I decided to learn from my mistakes and stop dwelling on it.
In 11th grade I was just doing my assignment as the English teacher had stepped out of the room to get some work sheets. Though I was oblivious to this at first two guys were throwing things at each other for some sort of a game. Then one of them got hurt and they started trying to hurt each other. Once their tempers flared they got up and started beating on each other. I didn't notice until a desk was pushed into my own hindering my ability to write. When I saw those two guys fighting I knew immediately what I had to do. I got up from my desk and walked past the cheering people and grabbed one of the fighters and pulled him outside of the ring of cheering people. Then I just spent a good 3 minutes standing between the two guys repeating the only thing that came to mind at the time, "You don't want to do this."
Once those three minutes passed the teacher came back with her work sheets and was surprised to see all the desks thrown to the side. With the teacher's presence people started to calm down and one of the attackers just left the room. I'm not the strongest guy in the world and I'm not exactly tall either. But hell will freeze over before I just stand and watch people get hurt.
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