Agents of Change

When I was a 4th grader at Midland Park Christian School in New Jersey, I had a terrible stuttering problem. I was teased by my classmates; today they’d probably call it bullying. One day my teacher, Mrs. Jasma, sent me down the hall to get the milk for lunch. While I was gone, she had…

Take My Life …

One night during our volleyball season our girls were playing at home and I was in the gym early watching the 9th grade game. The gym was pretty empty and I was sitting next to one of our high school boys. One of the student trainers was taping up the wrist of a varsity player…