Yeah. I did. I had a bully growing up that every weekend would get super drunk every weekend and start looking for a fight. I was much smaller than him so no matter what he would always win and beat my ass. It got so bad that he even started abusing my mother. Cops almost every weekend, me and my sister hiding from this guy in closets. One weekend, he was going off and made the mistake of throwing my baby sister into a wall hard enough for the sheet rock to be broken. He left after that but I heard him stumble onto the couch and start snoring. I grabbed my bandana and put a round master lock on it. While he was sleeping I started hitting him in the face with it as hard as I could till my sister stopped me. I’m 40 now, and that was 30 years ago. It was also the last time I ever saw him. Me and my sister moved with my father after that. Now as a middle aged man with 3 kids, I see how that moment affected my young adult life. I lived by the rules of respect, but if not respected, I figured pain and fear would suffice. It costed me dearly. In short, a weak man is not a good man because he cannot stand against evil. He must be able to look evil and violence in the eye and meet it with overwhelming force. The catch is, that when you look darkness in the eye, it looks back. You must have control over your darkness. Use it only as a last resort. Otherwise, you will become the shadow of what you had to fight against. God bless