It Starts Here: Love People--All of 'Em

Posted Saturday, March 05, 2011

Here's a picture of my family. I'm the little guy on the lower right. People who know me only now have a hard time believing it--but I was an outcast as a kid. This was back when the term "geek" had nothing to do with computers.

I was the awkward kid that didn’t quite fit in. I was a full year younger than some of my classmates so I was socially inept. Also, I was so skinny, pale, and my hair was so white that I was constantly teased with names like albino boy, chlorox kid, Whitey Herzog, and many more less savory names.

One of my favorite stories is one of revenge against a cruel classmate. It happened while I was working the drive-through at Wendy’s. At this point, I am a model 16-year old employee with a reputation for sharing the gospel with my co-workers while being an amazing cash-register operator. :-) Up pulls a convertible with a young high school couple and wouldn’t you know it—one of, if not THE WORST, tormentor of my middle school years is driving. My heart starts racing and I want nothing more than to poison his food with exlax or find some maggots—but I don’t have the time to do anything but hand over the completed order and say as loud as possible “Here you go—ASSHOLE”

He was pissed.

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