Igor K. (SEE) - defending the weak and the helpless

The first time I got into a fight was in first grade, on a slide, with a guy from our class who, at that time, was considered a poor student. We were sledding down a big hill, and he would periodically pick on some of the smaller boys. I was also short and small, always standing at the end of the line during assemblies. But it outraged me — it was unfair! And despite everything, I walked up to him and punched him. I knew that I would never maintain any sort of relationship with him anyway. And after that, the two of us never tried to be friends — neither he nor I. And I didn’t need it. I didn’t want that relationship and didn’t seek it out.