There were six knife-carrying bullies in our community during my teen years that kept us farm boys living in fear that they might engrave their initials on our skin. Until one day, my mouth overtook my brain, and I challenged them to clean up or clear out. What I thought was a deadly mistake turned out to be a blessing. I cleaned the plow of all six of these brothers by taking down their big cousin that I called Goliath. I became known as the giant killer, the one that cleaned the plow of seven all at one time all by myself. Our trials should be kept as treasuries for strength for another...