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!
By writing some words below, you are showing your support and letting everyone know they're not alone.