Taking a Stand

Like in Antigone, one day I took a stand for what was right. One day, a drastically long and drug out day, in sixth grade I was walking lazily to my seventh period class for the last subject of the day looking for an excuse to go home. All of the sudden a mentally challenged kid in the fifth grade couldn't get off of the floor because an older bully had knocked him over out of his wheel chair and scattered all of his books over the hall. I took the situation into my own hands and helped him into his chair and got all of his books for him. After I got him to class I walked up to the bully and pinned him, a six foot seventh grader, up against the wall and said that that guy couldn't help himself off the ground and how helpless he must feel on the ground like that, and that I thought that he needed to see how that felt. So I proceeded to wipe up the hall with his face and went along to class, a coach that had seen the whole thing caught my eye and winked at me saying that I did the right thing.