On Growing, Learning, and the Fallacy of "Stupidity"When I was a boy, small in size but full of questions, I learned early that the world had a way of shaping you into something or someone else. It was a harsh world, one where to be anything less than perfect was to be looked at as foolish, as stupid. The boys in school, the teachers, even the men

I’m one of those men people often take wrong. They think I’m not paying attention. They underestimate my intelligence. Once I speak up, they call me crazy behind my back. I’m all right with that. It works in my favor. Let them think what they like. I love being me. It’s fun. I’m never bored. I say dream big; it’s never too late to try.A