I unfortunately moved several times as a child...16 times total.

I was made fun of because of my last name, and because I had a learning disability.

But I was tall, and I seemed to have the ability to figure out who the outcasts were, and quickly made friends with them.  

Whenever my friends were picked on, I would stand up for them.

I got into a few fights, but mostly my height helped me avoid many unnecessary rumbles.

To this day, I still fight for the underdog, the less fortunate...because I remember what it felt like and somehow I mustered up enough courage to say, NO!  You will not talk to my friend that way...and it was and is contagious!