Who Is My Business?

Yesterday we were at the regional tournament for youth wrestling. (My son made it to the state finals!) We have learned from experience that this is hopefully (that means you're still wrestling) an all day event. So we park our folding chairs and coolers near the gym but apart from the bleachers and crowd. 5 of us were sitting together in a semicircle talking when a young child, who looked to be about 8 and in a singlet ran by us and went under the bleachers. Seconds later his 30 something year old dad came storming past us and in a loud voice began berating this child. "You call that wrestling? What was that? Terrible! Just terrible! You will never be anything or get anywhere in your life. You are pathetic and disgusting. That was a disgrace the way you wrestled. It wasn't wrestling. You let him put you on your back. You are nothing. You are not a wrestler. I hope you're proud of yourself."  We could not help but hear this, it was a scene. My kids were looking at me like, do something, help this child. I didn't know what to do. Then another woman comes over to this man and says "Stop acting like that! You should be ashamed of yourself. He is just a kid." Then this man became even more furious and charged the woman with his fists, shouting, "Stay the f... out of my business lady. Who the hell do you think you are?" Then suddenly again among the crowd two 6 foot 6 300 pound men came over and said, "Hey. What's the problem here?" The angry guy saw the size of these bystanders, stuttered and said, "No problem." picked up his bags and dragged his child out of the gym. We all sat there, in silence. In sadness. And the rest of the day we thought about and prayed for that poor little boy. What could we have done?