(A) Andrew Marks was in my sixthgrade homeroom and was bright, kind, rosycheeked, well dressed, and a little chubby. During recess one day, Andrew got involved in a card game of Uno with three other boys: Timmy, Travis, and a fourth boy whose name I don’t remember. I don’t know the rules of Uno, but apparently there are a couple of different ways you can play, various alternative rules and strategies that everyone must agree on at the beginning of the game. At that time I thought the boys did not confirm in advance what the rules would be because early on in the game Timmy managed to successfully execute a very rare move, and the three others told (a)him to take it back.
(B) I knew I needed to step in despite the fact that my intervention could make things even worse. But before I could stand up I heard Andrew confront Travis, saying, “Leave (b)him alone. So what if he’s crying? You still cry sometimes, don’t you?” And that was it. In a poem I wrote I call it the “noblest act of courage I have ever seen,” and it still makes me shiver. Andrew was not exactly immune to Travis’s cruelty; Travis could easily have teased Andrew for being fat for his size, as he often did.
(C) He was quite pleased with himself for placing his cards on the discard pile and was naturally crushed when the three other boys all told (c) him the move was not allowed in that particular game, that they were “not playing that way.” Timmy took his cards back, but (d) his bottom lip began to quiver. Seeing that vulnerability, cruel Travis began circling for the kill. “What? Are you about to cry? It’s just a game! And you’re going to cry? Look at Timmy, everyone, he’s crying! What a big baby!”
(D) Nevertheless, Andrew Marks, knowing that what he was witnessing was bullying, pure and simple, put himself between the bully and the victim and took the bullet. When I called his mother that night to tell her what had happened, I think I cried myself. I told Mrs. Marks that Andrew was the kind of student who made me proud to be a teacher and that I had wanted to be just like (e) him when I was growing up.