Yes ! I will never forget when I was 6 and being bullied by a teenager from the nearby high school on my way home from Catholic school. He would get in my way, call me names…I was too scared to tell. He was probably 13 or 14, but to me he looked like an adult. But my mother was home sick one day and saw me out the window trying to get around him.
She got dressed, and when I got up the stairs she grabbed me, ran down and drove down the street after him. She parked, ran over to him and blocked his way. That’s when I saw that she was taller than him. I couldn’t hear all of it, but she was pointing to me and gesturing wildly, and at one point I was hearing the franglais she used when she was really mad. All he could say was, "I…I…I’m sorry…"
Then I heard her say, "When you see my little girl, you had better cross the street, mon ami. Or next time it will be her big black father looking for you !" He looked terrified. She ran back, jumped in the car, did a quick U-turn, and off we went. She bought me an ice cream before we got home. I never saw that boy again, after that.
