You know, I was the same way.

I was a big, clumsy, asthmatic kid who couldn't run with the others. I preferred reading, anyway.

I went to a big suburban Chicago high school, with a graduating class of almost 700. Know how many kids signed my yearbook and wanted me to sign theirs? Zero.

I learned early on that I'd have to find a different way through life, and I have. It's worked out okay.

Now I'm a big, clumsy, stroke patient old guy who can barely walk a hundred yards and is typing this one-handed.

It's not ideal, but I have a wife who loves me, a couple of friends, and life isn't perfect, but not bad at all. I'm a lucky guy.