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11-25-2009, 06:26 AM
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By Elliot Worsell: Georges ‘Rush’ St-Pierre remembers the day well. He remembers the sounds, the apprehension, the racing heart and the first devastating blow. He recalls the monumental task ahead of him and the need to conquer his fear.
Georges is 11-years-old and he’s about to engage in the biggest fight of his career.
“One time I was leaving school with my friend Mathieu and we were approached by a group of local delinquents, a few years older than the both of us,” says St-Pierre.
“We were both heading to the bus with a group of other friends we knew. These friends were not tough guys or popular kids. They were your typical nerds or geeks. They were clever kids and didn’t like confrontation. While we were waiting for the bus, we spotted the three delinquents nearby and then started to hear a spitting sound. It almost sounded like it was starting to rain. We turned around to face the delinquents and Mathieu raced on up ahead. I went after Mathieu and stopped him. I then noticed that there was saliva all over the back of his coat.”
St-Pierre’s worst fears were confirmed. Not for the first time in his pre-pubescent life, the French-Canadian had been a target for school bullies. This time was different, though.
“Mathieu took the coat off and I prepared myself to go back at the delinquents and tell them they had made a mistake,” continues St-Pierre. “Mathieu didn’t want to go back and give them what for – he just wanted to go home. Like most of the kids at school, he was scared of these delinquents and would give them whatever they asked for. I was different and felt we needed to prove a point. Even if we got our asses kicked, at least we would have fought back and showed them they couldn’t get away with this sort of thing.”
So St-Pierre went back into the firing line - or perhaps more aptly, spitting line – to confront both his fears and the bullies. This was the final straw for St-Pierre.
“I let Mathieu be and went back alone,” says St-Pierre. “I pretended I forgot something – a pencil case maybe – and then headed back towards school and the delinquents on the wall. As I went by the delinquents, I closed my fist behind my back and clenched it tight. They had no idea what was coming. I hid the fist and smiled as I walked on by. Then, as soon as I got level with them, I raced towards the first bully and hit him square on the jaw. He went down hard and the other two bullies jumped on me.
“I wouldn’t say I won the fight that day. There were too many of them and they were too big. I did win a mental battle, though. I showed those guys that I’d always be the kid willing to fight back. They pretty much left me alone after that. I was too much of an effort for them...
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By Elliot Worsell: Georges ‘Rush’ St-Pierre remembers the day well. He remembers the sounds, the apprehension, the racing heart and the first devastating blow. He recalls the monumental task ahead of him and the need to conquer his fear.
Georges is 11-years-old and he’s about to engage in the biggest fight of his career.
“One time I was leaving school with my friend Mathieu and we were approached by a group of local delinquents, a few years older than the both of us,” says St-Pierre.
“We were both heading to the bus with a group of other friends we knew. These friends were not tough guys or popular kids. They were your typical nerds or geeks. They were clever kids and didn’t like confrontation. While we were waiting for the bus, we spotted the three delinquents nearby and then started to hear a spitting sound. It almost sounded like it was starting to rain. We turned around to face the delinquents and Mathieu raced on up ahead. I went after Mathieu and stopped him. I then noticed that there was saliva all over the back of his coat.”
St-Pierre’s worst fears were confirmed. Not for the first time in his pre-pubescent life, the French-Canadian had been a target for school bullies. This time was different, though.
“Mathieu took the coat off and I prepared myself to go back at the delinquents and tell them they had made a mistake,” continues St-Pierre. “Mathieu didn’t want to go back and give them what for – he just wanted to go home. Like most of the kids at school, he was scared of these delinquents and would give them whatever they asked for. I was different and felt we needed to prove a point. Even if we got our asses kicked, at least we would have fought back and showed them they couldn’t get away with this sort of thing.”
So St-Pierre went back into the firing line - or perhaps more aptly, spitting line – to confront both his fears and the bullies. This was the final straw for St-Pierre.
“I let Mathieu be and went back alone,” says St-Pierre. “I pretended I forgot something – a pencil case maybe – and then headed back towards school and the delinquents on the wall. As I went by the delinquents, I closed my fist behind my back and clenched it tight. They had no idea what was coming. I hid the fist and smiled as I walked on by. Then, as soon as I got level with them, I raced towards the first bully and hit him square on the jaw. He went down hard and the other two bullies jumped on me.
“I wouldn’t say I won the fight that day. There were too many of them and they were too big. I did win a mental battle, though. I showed those guys that I’d always be the kid willing to fight back. They pretty much left me alone after that. I was too much of an effort for them...
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