I’m that kid you see on the news all the time—the perfect little boy who got kidnapped, parents tearfully begging for his return. Sweet to his fellow students, shared his toys, played saxophone, enjoyed soccer, etc. But what if I wasn’t so perfect? What if I were kinda ugly, kinda bad? What if I kicked other people’s pets? What if my teachers hated me, if I had no friends? Would you look for me as hard? Consider whether I’d mean anything to you if I were less than perfect. Wouldn’t I deserve this fate just a little bit more?