There was a kid in high school; Liberty High School, Youngstown, Ohio - circa 1972. For absolutely zero reason this one kid, David Goldstein, decided to make me his punching bag. I didn't even know this kid; barely knew of him.
I would be walking down the hallways and out of no where this kid would come, and punch me in the stomach. After a few of these perplexing incidents, I confided in my Mothers' help. She would say, "Robert, you have to stand up to this kid or he's going to walk all over you. The next time you see him, you get a "running head start" and you hit him as hard as you can - and then you Run like Hell! -she laughed!" And so I did. I put this kid - on the floor - and when he "came to", he asked what happened and everybody exclaimed, "Stroney...."
The next day, I was on an airplane, not because of David Goldstein, but to finish my last year of high school in Los Angeles; I wanted a diploma from the County of Los Angeles verses Mahoning County.
I can only hope that David Goldstein is a nice person today and doesn't go around hitting people. I don't hold any grudges today, but for a long time, I was mad at David Goldstein.