Turn the other cheek

When I was 9 years old there was a bad ice storm in my small town and some of the kids went to play on the frozen pond near where I live, among them was a young black boy who use to bully me all the time. As I approached the ice he started taunting me with racial slurs calling me honky and white trash, as he went to bend over to moon me in his final racial tantrum, he fell head first into the ice and it cracked and he went under.

I did not hesitate for some reason I ran over to the ice where he fell in and lunged my arm into the frozen water and grabbed his jacket, by that time others began to help me and we pulled him to safety.

To this day he is still a dear close friend.