Kind of similar, but different.

I was a prick in high school, I was in the cool crowd and generally had friends from every group. I never really picked on anyone, if they did something stupid I would call them out on it.

The only group of people I hated was these weird kids that created a gang called the Green something, I forgot exactly but they were a a group of 5 kids who wore dark pants and blue hair and shit like that. I mostly ignored them until one was on the lacrosse team, I was doing 1 on 1 drills. He was a long pole and I was attack, this prick kept trying to actually hurt me with his stick and went out of his way to attempt to hurt me. Coach saw it, yelled at him and I waited till I got into the locker room to locker-box him (gloves and helmet boxing).

I could tell he didn't want to do it, but I still fought him and ruined him. I kinda felt bad but I had the encouragement of my friends laughing keeping me from stopping. After that, I would call him shit in the lockeroom and in the halls until I never saw him again after graduation.

It wasn't until I came home drunk one night and went on a tangent on Facebook and eventually stumbled across his page. I literally couldn't believe it. He was dieing from cancer and I've never felt so bad in my entire life on how much of a dick I was to this kid and his family had to go through all of this. I hovered over the add friend button contemplating if I should apologize, but was unsure if it would sadden him seeing me as being a successful guy and having a great time based on my Facebook pictures. So I didn't, I also didn't want him to think I was only doing it because he had not much time to live.

Still didn't know if it was the right thing to do.