Injustice anywhere is a threat to justice everywhere. Everybody has a time that they stood idly by. A time that I stood idly by was when my friend Fred got bullied by three sophomores.

Fred was a short frail African American freshman that was full of fun. He always had a joke to tell you. When he sees you sad he’ll come to you and just create conversation. He was a kid with disabilities and he always kept a smile on his face.
  There was a time that I seen Fred without a smile on his face. Fred was walking to class and said what’s up to me. A couple seconds later he ran into a group of bad kids that were looking for trouble. Three tall sophomores that were all delinquents. I knew they were bad because I was always tardy and spent some time in the Dean’s Office. They were always in that office and spent quite a bit of time with the school police. They had to be taller than 5’11 and weighing more than 170. They were like football players.
First, they smacked his books out of his hands and started laughing. Fred being the awesome kid that he is yelled at them “C’mon man, that’s not cool”. As he was trying to pick up his books one kid took off his backpack ripping one of the arms. The other two kids were kicking and stomping on his books and ripping his paperwork. They kept smacking the books out of his hands every time that he tried to pick them up.
Then, the bell rang. The delinquent sophomores ran to class and Fred was left there crying picking up his books and the ripped papers. I’ve known Fred for 3 years and this was the first time that I seen Fred crying. I felt bad and I should have done something to help. I stood there and watched it all because I didn’t want to get in trouble with the three bigger kids. I wasn’t big enough to take on three big sophomores. Trouble was never my cup of tea. I was a little small kid just a little bit bigger than Fred.
             We all have those times that we could have done something. Sometimes standing idly by isn’t the right thing to do.