High school is a shock for most of us. I went from a small Catholic grade school to a much larger public junior high school. Students were brought in from one or two other towns and farms around the county. Those three junior high grades were larger than the eight grades of my previous school.

Shortly after arriving I was diagnosed with a stutter, a stammer and a lisp by a teacher and the school speech therapist. My parents immediately denied it. My eldest brother bullied them into getting me the help I needed. He insisted my teacher and the therapist were right. My brother did not rant and rave. He…