Margaret and I always changed our names when we went to Starbucks. The employees never spelled the names we said like they ought to be spelled, but that always made us laugh. Aaron turned into “Air win” and Jude turned into “Jew.” It has always been a strong principle of mine that the little things in life are infinitely the most important. Margaret stuck by my side like gum and it all started in the dark days of freshman year. I wasn’t the skinniest kid or one with a great sense of style and it did not take long for other kids to notice. I was bullied for months. I talked to a teacher, but it was not enough to cease the odious comments. I felt worthless. One day, Margaret approached me. “Hey, what’s your name?” she asked. She then talked