Went home from work last night, and discovered my 14 yr old son sporting a well defined bruise under the left eye: his first blackeye. Knowing that the incident was caused by some stupid juvenile reason, I knew better not to dwell on that, but rather on how he carried himself in that fight. Ever since he was a toddler, I made him spar with my hand, doing combination punching, ducking and power release, just in case he needed to defend himself against bullies. That dreaded moment came to be... To make a long story short, my son was partially hit by a first sucker punch, to which he responded with two: one in the gut and power punch at the right cheekbone, just like I trained him. His opponent came crashing down like a stack of cards. Like all juvenile fight stories, cooler heads prevailed. Moral lessons: Be ready. No matter how much of a pacifist one is, a day of reckoning always comes our way. What to do then is a function of how much preparation had been spent just for those perceived occassions. Fight or flight, take your pick on which is more appropriate. But one must be ready for the consequences of the subsequent action. Though we were both scolded by my wife, me for being 'kunsintidor', & my son for engaging in a fight, I really didn't mind. As far as I am concerned, my son is sporting not a blackeye, but a badge of manhood... And I am proud!