Monday, August 26, 2013
One rainy day recess was inside and the boys were restless. Sister had a hard time keeping them under control. They got rowdy and she spoke sharply to them. Then Jerry said something really mean and she lost her temper.
Balling up her fist she advanced on him, ready to clean his clock or die trying. He stepped back. Everyone got quiet.
Jeff stepped in to do some coaching.
"Sister," he said, taking her hand and gently extracting her thumb, "Don't make your fist like that."
"If you hit him real hard you might break your thumb."
"Yeah," said Alan, coming to her other side. "Like this. And lean forward. Weight on your toes. Swing for the back of his head."
Jerry stood there dumb. They all knew he had it coming and they all wanted to see him to get it. They just wanted it done right. Sister didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
In the end she did both. Jerry hung his head and apologized. The boys all agreed to behave themselves.
And if Sister ever wanted to come down to the gym and put on gloves, they said, they'd love to show her how to fight.