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Hearing short guy success stories to me is akin to taking a baseball bat to a personal computer – strangely satisfying and utterly fulfilling.
From an Esquire article
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I never had the privilege of being the big kid who walks in the park with the attitude that says: I’m going to pummel you guys. I was the tiny kid. In seventh grade, a girl called me a shrimp and I cried the entire night. What a bitch! But it gave me this sensitivity . . . you just don’t treat people poorly. Because I know what it’s like to be that person.
I was four eleven as a freshman. I grew twelve inches in high school — four inches every year. So at the start I was the short kid who was friends with all the girls but not big enough to date them, right? I had to be a very good listener. It was the only way they would talk to me. And it actually served me when I grew. I had heard them vent to me about all the guys who disrespected the girls and were rude. So I never became that dude.
When you’re that small, you find yourself observing a lot because you’re physically not able to compete. You have to use your mind in a different way.
Understand the little man and show respect. And understand that the little man today might not be the little man tomorrow.
Sometimes rejection is direction. Sometimes rejection is redirection.
Life can be cruel if you’re a dreamer