You were the quiet kid in the school. You didn’t have any friends. There was a group of boys who would always pick on you. As you were walking home one day, the same group of boys shoved you in some mud.

As the boys were laughing and walking away, one of them stays behind. He sympathetically looked at you. You noticed he never participated in bullying you with the others. He crouched down next to you, wiping the mud from your face.