Sometime around the mid 60’s my sister was run down by a bully in the neighborhood on his bicycle. She was about seven or eight years old at the time. When my dad got home from work and found out what had happened he immediately walked over to the neighbors house and told his dad that he wanted to speak to him. The boys father told him that his son was at a cub scout meeting at this community building in the town.
My father got in his car and drove to the cub scout meeting burst through the door and went over to the bully boy and picked him up by his shirt and put his face right into his and told him what would happen to him if he EVER touched his daughter again! (it was all cool as my father was a respected man around town and the scoutmaster and the other boys disliked this guy anyway)
Man, I sure do miss those days!
That sure teach that boy a good lesson. Bullies are really cowards, even though act all strong. Once confronted, they whimp out.
I LOVE your dad!