When I was younger and I’d come home and tell my mom and dad about the people who were mean to me at school, my dad always told me to not put up with a bully and my mom always told me that they wouldn’t go away when I became an adult. I was so sure my mom was wrong.
I was naïve.
One of my dad’s go-to phrases has always been this: “If it walks like a duck and quacks like a duck, it’s a duck.” Bullies will never admit to being bullies, but they are what they are.
My mom was right, but she prepared me well.
I am not a weapon though sometimes I am sharp. I am not a bomb though sometimes I explode.
I simply a man who will look a duck in the eyes and call it a duck.
