Might as well tell you girls this thing that happened to me when I was in Secondary/High School.
So, the school I went to had two different campuses. And I had to go to what we called the "Upper School" from the "Lower School". Since I had a lesson I had to go to which was a One-to-One session with me and a Teaching Assistant. While I walking to the Upper School, this younger student started to follow me and call me "Tarzan". (The younger students at the school I went to all called me Tarzan because I had somewhat long hair that went down to my shoulders. And the stupid reason is because during the summer, I took my coat off; they just started calling me that. :V)
He kept on calling me Tarzan along the way, and throwing sticks at me. This one guy who was on a bicycle, who had some tracksuit bottoms, a hoodie and trainers (All were white) passed by, he saw the kid throw a stick at me; he jumped off his bike, tackled him to the ground and started to beat him up. I was amazed by it, and he stopped beating him up a bit, turned to me and said "Are you alright!?", I responded with "Yes I am! Thank you so much!" and I walked to the Upper School with a huge grin on my face.
Funny thing was, I never saw that student again at school (The one who was throwing sticks at me). He either dropped out, or his parents got him out of school because of him getting beaten up by a passerby.
Whoever that passerby was, he was amazing. I didn't expect someone to do that, and that is probably the greatest moment I had at Secondary/High School. He was like
, Side-B off his bike with no end lag and Jab Locking that bully.
Thumbs up to that Passerby!