Let me tell you a sad story. There was once a young boy who was not well liked. The older his friends became the more bitter his hatred escalated. Every day they were beaten up so badly, he lost half of his face. His eyes were swollen shut and he was covered in bandages. To see how he really felt was beyond words, and every time it seemed like they could just keep going - the punishment would get worse. One day, a woman stopped in to buy some bread. He didn't listen to her. He didn't seem to care. Then one day he walked right into her bed... room... She screamed and ran out screaming. The next morning she said to her parents "I don't know what I did to him, you're useless." He just stood there and didn't even move, all the while the old man tried to comfort him. Then one day there was some sort of accident. A boy was playing with his friends when a big wooden hammer f-fell on one of his friends... And knocked him down as well. At the hospital the nurse looked on, but still she said "Not that bad."