He climbed into my car with a swollen eye that was starting to become a vibrant blue and purple, as tears silently slipped past the cheeks of his downward turned face. Enough was enough! I left my car right in the school pick-up line and like a warrior ready for battle marched my son immediately back into the school and into the principal’s office. “Please son, tell the principal exactly what happened in line. This has to stop!”   Over that year, I watched as my outgoing, fearless, and kind 10-year-old turned into......

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