My son Jonathan is now 10, which is roughly the same age when I first experienced what a bully was.  I had a bully when I was 10 who for all I know may be roaming about Miami somewhere today called Rolan Maimo.  He might be a swell guy today but back in 1980 I absolutely despised him.  The weird thing about Maimo (everyone called him by his last name) was that the guy had this Dr. Jeckyl and Mr. Hyde complex with me whereby one moment he picked on me and the next he treated me like I was his best friend.  Out of fear he would embarass me in front of other 10 year old girls, I mostly wanted Maimo to think I was his friend so I didn’t do anything about it for two years.   (more…)