Stand Up
“Stand up, Bradley,” my mother used to say to me. I slouched, my head hung forward. I was a “lazy breather,” inhaling through my mouth. At age 8, I felt timid, afraid. By the time I was in the 6th grade, I was so conflict-averse that even the girls picked on me. I decided, "No more!" In the 7th grade at a new school, a big bully was known to be making the rounds. When he got to me, I preemptively smacked him in the…