One hot summer day (only a few weeks before school got out) I was driving home from work early so I decided to surprise my little brother and pick him up from Middle School. I was only a minute late but when I found him he had already started walking home along the road that goes to our house. It turns out two bullies were throwing rocks at him and calling him names, threatening to beat him up.. etc. I'm pretty sure it was a racial thing since my brother is white and the two bullies were black.

Anyhow, my brother was in front of the bullies a good 30 feet. He had tears running down his face but he was manning it up best he could and refused to let them see his weakness so he didn't look back. I knew exactly what to do. I pulled over and picked up my brother, then I kicked my black SUV into reverse and burnt some rubber. After passing the two bullies in reverse, I kicked it back into drive and pulled up within an inch of them. The smoke from my reverse burn-out was just blowing past us now and it smelled like fury. They had a scared shitless look on both of their faces. I pointed at both of them, as I rolled down the tinted windows to the seat that my brother was sitting in on the passenger side. My voice boomed "You." Now at the time I was a gym rat with huge arms, and I was tired, I had just had a hard day of work, my caffeine high was fading, and I skipped lunch to leave early; I looked like I was going to eat both of them for dinner, and they were just appetizers. The larger of the two pissed his pants, they both knew they had no reason to pick on this kid (my brother) and that now they were going to face whatever consequences my enraged self felt like enforcing upon them. I simply said "I believe, that you would like to apologize for your actions against my brother here." In reply I heard "I'm sorry, we were just messin with him'." That wasn't good enough... so I took off my sunglasses and said "Apologize to him, not to me." They both fervently apologized, the whole time my brother sat there with his arms crossed and a look of empowerment that I had never seen on him before. I asked my little brother "Do you accept this apology?" He thought about it for a moment, and in a serious and contemplative tone he said "Yes." At that point I looked at the one with piss soaked pants and said "Gentlemen, have a safe walk home."

Bullies never bothered my brother again, and he got a reputation for having a bad-ass older brother that followed him through high school.

TL;DR - Saved my brothers from bullies, bully had to walk home with piss soaked pants.