Yes, it's true. I, afraid-of-confrontation Jerralea, got into a fist-fight while only 6 years old.
Okay, it was the only time I got sent to the Principal's office. But still ...
I reacted instinctively when I saw a big sixth-grader ball up his fist and swing it towards my little first grade crush of the moment.
I did what any self-respecting girl would do to protect her guy. I stood in front of my guy just in time to get popped in the nose by the playground bully.
Ouch! I didn't think about the consequences of getting involved.
All three of us were sent to the Principal's office to tell our story. I received a stern talking-to about thinking of consequences before acting.
I still think I did the right thing. You don't stand by idly while someone is whooping up on your friends.
Being a friend sometimes requires sacrifice.
Have you ever came to the aid of a friend? What were the consequences? Would you do it again?
This post was written in response to Writer's Workshop prompt # 6. Tell us about a time you were sent to the Principal’s office. I've written about this story before, but I think a good story can be told more than once!
If you'd like to share your story, link up at Kat Bouska's blog, "Mama's Losin' It," and share.