When I was ten, we had a bully named Billy in our neighborhood who threatened to beat up anybody who would cross his path the wrong way. Billy stood a foot taller than most of the other boys and was twice as bulky. Billy seemed to be in a bad attitude most of the time and was always seen pounding his fist into his other hand in the standard bully fashion. No one doubted his threats. Of course, it was his vague definition of “crossing him the wrong way” that created the fear that most of the kids in the neighborhood experienced. - Full text here: https://www.tomorrowsworld.org/commentary/if-it-doesnt-kill-you