I was a cocky six-year-old. I didn’t know it. I didn’t mean to be. But I was. One particular day I had beaten my friend at wiffleball. We went to my house for a snack, and I made a pompous announcement that went something like, “Well, my team sure is feeling pretty good about winning that game!” My mom asked, “How do you think saying that makes Christopher feel?” Her question stopped me in my...




