When I was in Junior High School, I was a complete push over. I got bullied a fair amount, and I was called all manner of names, from racial slurs, accusations of being gay (because it was so ‘wrong’ to be gay), to my looks...

On a nice summer day, me and a friend of mine were sitting at a patio, having a drink and sharing in each other's company. It was getting cold, so we hopped inside to continue to talk. We shared many stories, some traumatic, and some...