Here's My Story: Don't Judge Please I've been through alot. From kindergarten to the six grade, I've always been suspended for defending myself and standing up against my bullies. When I was born, I had RSV (Respiratory System Virus). Doctors had to inject steroids into me to advance my organs to handle the virus. That saved my #life but made my #life hell.. The steroids made my body develop 3 years faster then my actual age. So I'd be 5 and look 8. So I was always a target for bullying. Now I'm the kinda guy that'll give the shirt off my back for you. So even though I was so big, people would come after me. For years in elementary school, I'd refuse to go to school because of the torment. Oh, also my speech. I could never talk right and still can't. That's why I rather write then speak, cause then, I won't have to repeat myself and express myself accordingly. My parents were both Air Force, so I moved every 4-5 years. Gave me a restart in #life, but I seem to never get it right. I dealt with the bullying till 7th grade.... My father joined the Air Force when he was 17, got all the way to a buck sergeant, then went back to school to be a officer. He had gotten deployments to Kuwait and Iraq before, but they always got canceled. But in 2010, his 365 finally went through. He went to New Mexico for training, than to New Jersey. His job was to inventory equipment and close and open bases. (Pretty much all I can tell you). So he always was out of the green zone in a helicopter going from base to base. During his time overseas, I made a couple mistakes in my #life. One involving a girl and texting. Another involved a spoiled little girl that told her dad I hit her, her dad threatened to kill me, called me a retard (because of my speech), had a kid sucker punch me to where my lip got stuck under my braces and tore my lip open pretty bad. Oh, and the best, I was told many times my dad was coming home in a casket and going to hell. It got to the point if my dad didn't call after four our time, I'd cry because he was prolly getting bombed. The main reason why he couldn't come to the phone most of the time. At the end of my 7th grade year, my dad came home and I thought it'd all end. But the torment started up where it left it first day of 8th grade year. I left my middle school and did ECOT. But people still got through. There was one point my block list on Facebook was as long as my friends list. End of 8th grade year, I went back for football. Did my state testing, scored better than my class. Went onto high school, still no end in site. I suffer from axiety, major mood swings, #depression, and un-diagnosed Bi-polar (if they diagnosed me, I'd be put on medication and could never be a cop nor be in the military). I had no friends freshman year and honestly still don't. Everyone wants a piece of me. But I mean its high school right?