Born to Be a Bully

To be bullied or to be the strong-armer, that is the question. When I hang the word bully I bet many nonpareil comes to chief immediately. One of my favorite images emergence up was the 1984 Karate Kid star Ralph Macchio and the ever popular c aress Morita as Mr. Miyagi. For those of you that dont know the movie its slightly a handyman/m artistic creationial arts pro who agrees to teach a bullied male child karate and show that boy that at that place is more to the martial art than fighting. At the end of the movie the boy got to meet his bully in the center circle of a karate tournament and of pipeline win and disgrace the bully. A feel good last for the hero but I often wonder ab aside the bully. What motivated that bully? I aim known bullies my unanimous life; in my educate experience, within my family, on t.v., and make up now as an expectant in my workplace. Now we potful add cyberbullying to the list of many an(prenominal) ways to bully someone. The featu re is that we probably all consent been bullies at one full stop or another. The question is are bullies born that way or are they make. \nMy grandpa was and a feared man within my family for as long as I crowd out remember. When grandpa was in the room everyone lowered their voices and straightened up in fear of creation reprimanded for whatever. I remember one condemnation my grandma was performing a game with me at the kitchen table. She heard grandpas car pull up in the driveway, packed up the game as pronto as possible and tell me to go outside because grandpa will need some peace and quiet afterwards working his shift. Now as I look thorn at my childhood I cant benefactor but identify his behavior as bullying. Any time grandpa spoke out harshly about how a situation will be handled my grandma would say, He cant help speechmaking to people that way, thats scarce the way God made him. I have a hard time believe that someone is born to be a bully. There essential be other factors to the equation. \nBullies ordinarily dont have structure in their life. At grandpas funeral I wa...