Down deep in my heart, I know I'm a loner. I think I have known this since grade school. Oh, I wasn't an introvert, my goodness; I was so much the opposite. I was picked on, bullied is the new term, for most of my pre-high school years because I was the small, geeky kid with "coke bottle bottom" glasses. Back then suicide was not so much the option as was just sucking it up or fighting back. After I finally got pissed off and stood up for myself, I then began standing up for others too weak to defend themselves. I quickly learned to outrun my mouth's effortless ability to belittle bullies in front of their girlfriends, but this taught me valuable information... girls don't like to be associated with bullies, especially when he's being dressed down by a kid two-thirds his size with a greater command of the English language than just emitting an occasional low-brow grunt (thank you, Mrs. Hummel).
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