In high school I was very athletic. Bullies as we all know look for weaknesses in their victims, and the more they can exploit the better.
Highschool was hell for me. It didn’t help not being part of the in-crowd or smoking dope in the forrest with all the cool cats (maybe I should tell the school…nah they don’t care). Our story begins with the American sport football.
My Experience with Football
After our sad excuse for stretches were over, the coaches had us do tackling drills. I wasn’t very tall and my lack of confidence was a buffet for the jocks. I was un-prepared to go against a 6ft. 7′ quarterback turned defensive lineman, with only general football equipment and a flimsy pad for protection.
The whistle blows.
We’ll call him Big Brute. Big Brute pushes me 50 yards in about a minute and finishes me off with a not so gentle shove onto the dirt track. He didn’t offer me an appology or explanation of why he did that to me. I could hear everyone cheering and clapping as I was brushing the dust off me trying to fight back tears and anger. Looking back I should’ve slugged Big Brute but thats not who I am, I’m no bully. From that point on resorted to my few friends I had, but that all changed when I spoke. See up untill this point no one knew I stuttered.
Playing Quarterback with a Stutter
I was pretty good at throwing the football so I started practicing with the quarterbacks. Everything went great until I had to give the plays to the offensive line-men. I rememeber getting down to play 16 and stuttering on the I in formation. Everyone laughed, and at that moment I wanted to quit. I pushed on through.
I’ve learned from this experience that I should do things that make me happy, not what makes other people happy.
As my mom always says, “Don’t let the past stop you from reaching your dreams, be who you want to be. At the end of the day the majority of those popular kids will be working for you anyway”.