My little brother was getting bullied and none of us could make him feel better about it. Then one of our closest friends said to him "My big brother was bullied. He was beat up and screamed at and hung by his ankles out of the Anderson's art department windows and they're eight stories high. It got better, yeah, eventually. It didn't stop, but that's not the point. The point is that now, what ten years on, he's served his country in Afghanistan, he's married and he's got a beautiful kid. Guess what? The people who bullied him? They've done none of that. At least half of them are dead because of drug overdoses and the other half are either single and working minimum wage jobs or junkies. He was good at school and he's good now. They've recieved their karma by staying the same bullying low-life scum; just now they know they are below him and they'll never be able to bully him like that again." and he managed to rise above his own bullies.