That is a very good story and even better advice.
Here's what I noticed in High School about bullies in general:
They had no natural talent; couldn't sing, dance, play a musical instrument, and/or had no athletic ability.
They had at least one or two other "bigger" body guards at their side; basically what we called a "catfish" - all mouth - no guts.
They could not "buy" a date for the Homecoming dance or the Prom dance; drunk and loud was disgusting to majority of the girls.
They were failing at least half of their courses; most of which were lower levels of reading, writing, and arithmetic.
They did a lot of what is now politely called "community service" instead of sitting in jail; not juvenile detention.
Here's a couple of suggestions to avoid bullies:
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</a> Fred Sanford (redd foxx) once said [b:654c4848f0]<big>"Runnin' is the oldest form of self-defense."</big>[/b:654c4848f0]
Run like he11 and hope they don't catch you.
Martial arts has all the positive qualities that you mentioned above.
Martial Arts also comes in real handy if you get caught or cornered.
Smile alot and try to negotiate a peaceful settlement; if unsuccessful ask the bully to chose which body guard's a$$ gets whipped first.
Tell him you are saving him for last.
Then do it.
Another method that worked for me was to ignore the bully.
Makes them mad when they can't control your behaivor.
Once again smile alot and try to negotiate a peaceful settlement; if unsuccessful have someone call an ambulance.
Offer the bully and body guards a choice of leaving on their own or on a stretcher.
Be ready to do it.
In extreme cases; smile alot and ignore the drunk and loud bully until he's sober and can feel pain.
Establish an alibi with a couple of reputable students and go alone to see him.
Kidnap him from his college dorm room, drive him out into the country, tell him what he did to you, tell him what you're going to do to him, then do it.
This poor guy started crying and sh!t his pants before I ever laid a hand on him.
Took him to the hospital infirmary and I even went by to see him every day while he was there.
Not proud of that action; but it ended a lot of grief for me and a few of my close friends.
Fast forward 20 years to a fraternity reunion at the college; walked up to him to say hello and he dropped his drink on the floor and backed away.
I got him another drink, told him it was good to see him again, and walked away.
Sure was lucky to make it through all those early years without too much physical damage.
At my age, now all I can do is smile alot!