2nyRiggz said:
The fights I usally see end in blood so I try to stay away from that.
When I was in my last year of (French) high school, yeeeeears ago, there was this nice group of kids that I'd talk to once in a while, really nice people. The school was small, you'd know everybody from one class to another pretty quick. These kids were very peaceful and kind, just happy with life.
Then one day I arrived at school, and there was this effervescence, this tension between pupils, which is always a bad sign of something gone wrong. It happened that the bigger brother of one of these kids had been killed the night before in a street fight. Just a stupid fight turned nasty, and a knife was pulled out. Maybe just
bravado turned stupid.
I remember seeing the younger brother during the next days, in the school, his only support was to say that he heard that his brother had "
fought like a lion". And you're helpless in front of this kid, you have no way to help. You know there is little bravery in most street fights, but you let him with his otherworldly, heroic-fantasy conception, which is the
only consolation he can cling too at that moment. Letting him find a way to accept the unacceptable.
This group of kids was destroyed at its core, and I think the younger brother got quite messed up in the process. I can't say for sure, I left the school some months later. But close to 15 years later, I'm still moved when I think about this kid.
I think all fights are ugly. And most killers never planned to kill in the first place, it just went
too far too fast. So many ways to kill accidentally during a "fun fight". I think somebody said the jails are full of people who "didn't want to do
that".
...This post is not a
lesson in good behaviour, just a story of my life. Maybe it'll connect with some of you.
