Twenty years ago, my high school bully humiliated me in front of everyone by gluing my braid to a desk. The nurse had to cut my hair, leaving a bald patch—and a nickname that followed me for years. That moment shaped me. If I couldn’t be popular, I would be powerful. Years later, I became the owner of a regional…
Twenty years ago, my high school bully humiliated me in front of everyone by gluing my braid to a desk. The nurse had to cut my hair, leaving a bald patch—and a nickname that followed me for years. That moment shaped me. If I couldn’t be popular, I would be powerful. Years later, I became the owner of a regional bank, reviewing high-risk loans personally. Then one day, a file landed on my desk—and the name stopped me cold. It was him. My former bully was asking for a $50,000 loan.
