I was telling my wife this story today and she asked me what happened to the boy. I told her I didn’t know because I never saw him again. The truth is I don’t remember who it was and I have felt bad about my response to the incident ever since. Like Spartacus’ men (“I’m Spartacus.” “No, I’m Spartacus!) I wish I had stepped forward and said, “No, I threw the sandwich.” Maybe the rest of the eighth graders would have joined us rather than throwing him to the wolves for what most of us would have done if we had a soggy sandwich.
If it was you that threw the sandwich, I’m sorry. You are a brave man.