There are a few fates worse than death when you are in middle school: tripping up the stairs with your arms full of books because you were staring at that person you have a crush on... having a teacher, parent or other adult call you honey or sweetheart in front of your classmates... and the worst... being the last person (or next to last) picked on a sport team in gym class. No one want to be the last one chosen, no one wants to be unpopular, no one wants to be the underdog. The underdog is the one who always struggles, fights and often isn't the winner at the end of the kickball game. But to be honest, I've always had a soft spot in my heart for the underdog. When I was a child, I used to watch a cartoon that helped me learn to love the underdog. The cartoon was, big surprise here, "Underdog!". It was fascinating to see how a poorly equipped, not particularly strong super hero, managed to win. Underdog the Dog would never fail to give it his all and rush into the f
Life is tough, but hope is tougher.