I remember been chased by about ten bullies in high school, I was running away and one of them tripped me up, I fell over and landed on my wrist, breaking it. They just laughed, kicked me a few times and left me lying there in excrutiating pain. it was in an out of the way part of the building and school had just ended. I couldn’t move for the pain, it was a long time before I was found by a mate who had stayed behind to finish off some work. It was then I realised the true importance of good friends, he brought me to the first aid point and stayed with me as they put my arm in a sling