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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required As the new guy in school, I was blessed to be hanging around a few guys who were considered "cool." I had gotten the heads-up about "Lee" the school bully. I did what I could to avoid him totally. That changed one day after gym. On my way to 5th period I literally bumped into him. I had always been a guy to show brotherly love. It surprised me when he spun around and gave me a shove. I knew this would be the day to show how tough I was. Even the other kids in the hall felt the buzz. Something inside me instantaneously began tearing me apart. I closed my eyes and listened to my heart. Of course, I could not visibly see spiritually. But something was happening around me. I felt dizzy and my choices weren't easy. How was I to know several demons were very busy. I was momentarily blind, and those demons were clawing at my mind. Screaming "Hit him, hit him" and spiritually pushing me in the back. Yelling in my inner ear to attack! While this war was going on in my head, I thought I heard a swoosh as wingspread. I couldn't see spiritually but hundreds of angels surrounded me with swords of fire that blazed the color of sapphire. Me and Lee stood toe to toe in the corridor. Spiritually, Michael the Archangel wagged war. Subconsciously I was aware of other kids standing around in the background waiting, anticipating my next move. Now a different softer voice whispered, "You have nothing to prove." Around Michael and his glorious angels those demons lay dead. A sense of peace filled my head. Slowly the anger subsided. My decision was decided. I no longer felt spiritually weak this day. I turned the other cheek and walked away. Behind me I heard no curses and there was no attack. I could have sworn I felt a pat on my back..... Note: To a friend who enjoys my "stories".....
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