25 People Admit the Worst Things They’ve Done for Good Reasons

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Kid in a wheelchair was being a typical entitled “I’m in a wheelchair so I can do anything” douche in the halls. Our high school had a “child development” class, which basically meant there was a preschool in one of the classrooms. Well, mister wheelchair went over and knocked over one of these preschool kids on their way to get lunch. Right after that happened, a friend and I walked to opposite sides of his wheelchair and picked him up. We brought him to a landing between floors on a staircase and left him there.

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My grandfather’s mental condition began to deteriorate when my grandmother passed away. Soon after, he was diagnosed with dementia. He went to live with my mother, but he was pretty difficult about it. He needed to stay with someone who could take care of him. So my mom and my step dad went out of town for the day and asked me to sit with him. I’ve never been what you’d call the best in crisis situations. He got upset, and yanked me out of the shower, dragged me down the stairs and demanded I take him home. He was still pretty strong for an old guy. When I wouldn’t, he took a cane his nurse gave him to help get off the couch, and beat me with it, then he stole my car keys, after giving me a string of verbal abuse including calling me a whore that disgusted him. I tried calling my mom, but she didn’t answer. I didn’t know what else to do, so I called the cops and they arrested him after taking pictures of my bruises and busted lip.

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My wife and I volunteer with physically/mentally handicapped kids. We brought our young son to meet everyone and he was hamming it up. He let out a squeal of joy and I catch a blur of movement in the corner of my eye. Apparently this girl is set off by loud noises and such and she went into attack mode. Her mom screamed “Somebody stop her!” and I dove into the way. I wish you could have witnessed the look of fear in the mom’s eyes, I’ll never forget it. I put out my arm to grab her and cracked her in the face. She dropped to the ground smacking the back of her head on the concrete. I felt like the biggest piece of sh*t in the world. Mom thanked me profusely and drove off to the hospital. That was interesting. I should say that the girl was okay in the end.

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I remember when I was about 14-15 or so there was a big neighborhood brawl involving several kids, mostly in the 10-11 age range. I was kinda hanging back – it didn’t seem too serious – when a 10 year old came at me with a big metal-tined rake. About as big as he was. He swung it at me overhanded, so that if it connected it would’ve impacted on my skull. I stepped out of the way, the rake hit the ground, and then I stepped in and kicked the living sh*t out of that kid. Just one solid blow to the abdomen. He crumpled and started vomiting. Given that he could’ve done serious damage to my brain, I’ve never felt any remorse about that one.

Written by Irvi Torremoro

Irvi Torremoro is an Austinite by way of Las Vegas. She's worked in various outlets in food & beverage and is now focused on writing, eating all the things, talking about Beyonce, and petting all the puppies. She runs flavorandbounty.com, a lifestyle blog about people in the service industry.