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Contributed by: George Wilson on 3/14/2008

Growing up,I never knew the true meaning of friendship. People would call me the so-called "fat kid."I wasn't all that big.

ButI guessI did have a problem. I've suffered enough as a child. Being forced to live without my father through the roughest years of my life. Growing up basically. I used to watch my friends with their fathers, and it made me flinch. One day after school, a kid from my class got up, and said, " Hey look, there goes that fat idiot, what you gonna get your daddy after me, oh I forgot you don't have one."

The next thingI knewI found myself beating the crap out of the kid.

I was suspended for fivedays. After thatI never went back to that school.I went somewhereI belonged from the start. A good school with all my old friends who really like me for who I am.

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