When I was 12, my 7th grade teacher said “Francisco, please come up here and tell a story to the class”. All the other kids stared at me, and I thought “Oh no”.
Half of them looked horrified for me, and the other half couldn’t wait to see me crash and burn - but I realised I was actually excited.
You see, I was never a popular kid. My mom made a big sacrifice to put me in that fancy private school, but that meant I couldn’t afford the things my classmates had, and that made me different. And when you’re a kid, being different is no good at all, so I never felt like I fit in, that I was cool - but now I had my chance.
So I got up there, and told one of my stories. And they loved it. They laughed, they cheered, they asked for more, and I felt like I was the most popular kind in that school.
That’s when I first understood the power of stories.