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10-Year-Old Disabled Girl Became The First Student In Class To Expose Teacher's Sexual Abuse.

I came across this story and it still blows my mind. When she was about ten years old, she had a truly awful teacher. He punished the boys by hitting their fingers with a big ruler. But what he did to the girls was much worse. He would pinch their inner thighs in front of everyone. The girl was handicapped and could only use her left arm. When the teacher called her up for punishment, she refused to take the girl's punishment. She told him she wanted the boy's punishment instead and stuck out her usable arm. When he refused, she calmly looked him in the eye and called him a disgusting pedophile in front of the entire class. Of course the teacher got extremely angry. He shouted at her to go to the principal, but the girl just waited in the hall. Soon her French teacher came by to taunt her for being a bad student. The girl told her why she was sent out and the French teacher got really pale. It turned out the French teacher's own daughter was in that class and was also a victim. She rushed into the classroom and started a huge fight. When the girl's parents heard what happened, her father went to the school and made sure the teacher was dealt with. The pedophile ended up only being suspended for a month, but he never dared to touch another girl again. It's crazy to me that this ten-year-old handicapped girl was the only one in a class of thirty healthy students brave enough to stand up to him. And that girl is my mother. She is the strongest person I have ever known. *** This mother is truly a badass. Hats off to her for being so brave and fighting for what was right. I wish all the sex offenders would go straight to hell. #FamilyStories #Mom #BadassWomen #TrueStory #ChildhoodMemories #Justice #Inspiration

10-Year-Old Disabled Girl Became The First Student In Class To Expose Teacher's Sexual Abuse.
Sharon Smith

My Sweet, Swear-Free Mom Just Told a Racist to Go F* Himself on the Boston Subway

So my mom is this amazing 50-year-old Asian lady who looks way younger than she is. She’s the kind of person who spends her days watching soap operas, cleaning, and chatting with her church friends. She’s gentle—never once swore in her life, not in English or our language. She doesn’t even like Gordon Ramsey because he curses too much. That’s why what happened last week left me speechless. We were on a packed subway here in Boston when this drunk guy started going off about immigrants and politics. He was loud and aggressive. Then he turned to my mom—who was just sitting quietly—and called her a spy, said she didn’t belong here, didn’t bother learning English… just pure hate. My mom stayed calm the whole time, even held my arm when I tried to say something. But when we got to our stop, she stood up, looked him right in the eye, and said in her cute accent: “Go back to f*** your daddy.” I’ve never seen someone’s jaw actually drop. Turns out she picked it up from “some kids at work.” She said curses aren’t that different in any language, then immediately started talking about bok choy like nothing happened. #MomWins #BostonLife #ImmigrantStory #UnexpectedResults #FamilyStories #Motherhood #Racism

My Sweet, Swear-Free Mom Just Told a Racist to Go F* Himself on the Boston Subway
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A "Pint-Sized Terror" Who Made a Drunk Abuser Beg for Mercy!! 👵

My grandmother, a fierce woman barely over five feet tall with fiery red hair, was a newlywed living in the Bronx in the early 1900s. Her family's motto was "Fierce" When Roused,' and it turned out to be incredibly fitting. One day, she heard her upstairs neighbor crying. It turned out the woman's husband regularly came home drunk and beat her. Now, my grandfather was a huge guy, but Grandma didn't need his help. She told the neighbor to leave her door unlocked and stamp on the floor the next time he started. The stomp came. My grandmother, broom in hand, burst into the apartment. She beat that drunken husband until he hid under the bed, begging for mercy. Every time he dared to peek out, she'd hit him again. In a full-blown fury, she laid down the law: if she ever had to come back, she'd beat him twice as hard. "And," she added, "I'll go to your bar and tell every man there a woman beat you until you crawled under the bed!" She never had to return. It's wild to think she was also a polite, educated lady from Victorian times. But for her family, violence against women was an absolute line in the sand. She showed him. *** It's funny how we often picture Victorian ladies as delicate flowers. Yet, if you look at women's magazines from that very time, building up upper body strength by swinging Indian clubs was a popular recreation for women. Go grandma..go!! #FamilyStories #GrandmaStories #TrueStory #VictorianEra #FamilyHistory

A "Pint-Sized Terror" Who Made a Drunk Abuser Beg for Mercy!! 👵
sgarcia

My daughter punched a bully and I refuse to make her apologize 😡

My daughter punched a bully in the face at school today. Honestly, my first reaction was probably not what the school expects from a parent. Now, her teacher made writing an apology letter her homework assignment, and I am absolutely fuming about it. Here's the thing: this bully, "Joe," has been making my daughter's life miserable. The teachers know about it, the principal knows about it, and they have done absolutely nothing to stop it. They just let this kid torment others. So, am I wrong for telling the teacher my daughter isn't doing it? Because if she writes anything, it's going to be something like this: "I am sorry I am in a class where the teacher teaches children to be victims. I am sorry that I go to a school that actively promotes bullying by punishing kids who defend themselves. I am not sorry for what I did to Joe. If there's a next time, it will be a lot more than a single punch." I raised my daughter to stand up for herself. This whole situation is just disgusting. I am so tired of schools punishing victims instead of dealing with the actual problem. What would you do in my shoes? #BullyingPrevention #Parenting #NoApologyNeeded #StandUpForYourself #FamilyStories #Parenting #FamilyRelationships

My daughter punched a bully and I refuse to make her apologize 😡
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The Day My Dad Made Me Ride a Carousel at 24

My parents came to visit me in Minneapolis, and like every family outing, we wandered the Mall of America. Somewhere between the giant Lego store and the food court, we passed the carousel. My dad stopped, eyes bright like a child’s. "You MUST go on that ride!" Dad burst out, totally hyped. "It'll be fun! Please!" My sister and I were getting annoyed. "No. We're not babies anymore." We kept walking, but then I realized Dad wasn't with us. I turned around. There he was, 52 and graying, just watching that carousel. Watching parents with their kids, listening to giggles, seeing them wave as they passed.Something about that image hit me in the chest. I tugged my sister’s arm. “Come on. Let’s ride it.” We turned around and told Dad. His face lit up, like we’d just handed him the moon. He rushed to buy the tickets, practically bouncing as he handed them over. The carousel was slow and creaky, the kind that plays tinny music and smells faintly of popcorn. But every time we passed, my parents were there waving, snapping photos, laughing so hard their shoulders shook. If there's anything I hate more than watching my parents get old, it's watching them feel old. Sometimes love isn’t in the grand gestures. Sometimes it’s just climbing onto a carousel you’re too old for, waving like you mean it, and letting someone you love see you as their child again. ❤️ *** I guess it's that kind of "Forget it, I'll do it" moment. That was really, really sweet. If you are young now, you may not realize exactly how much until around 2045. #FamilyFirst #FamilySupport #Parenting #Love #FamilyStories

The Day My Dad Made Me Ride a Carousel at 24
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