Personal Narrative: An Act Of Kindness

One of the earliest times that I remember committing an act of kindness was the one that made my mother the most proud. I was in the fourth grade and considering that I had just moved to a new school, I wasn't exactly the most extroverted person in my grade level. Maybe that was why everyone was so shocked to see me, of all people, standing up against a bully.
I remember what had happened perfectly. I was sitting in the seat behind a boy who was known to have a few special needs but nothing serious enough for him to be separated by class. Other students picked on him because of how tiny he was, how he talked, and sometimes they even targeted his special need specifically. I usually minded my own business but one day, someone had just taken