Why I’m Glad My Brother Bullied Me

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This may sound a bit sinister, but I believe a lot of good came out of the years of torment that my big brother caused me.

I was born when my brother was three. Apparently he never really took a shine to me. My mother says that when I was two months old, she put me in my car seat and set it down on a big glass coffee table in the living room. A minute after she walked away, she heard a huge crash and…