I met him when he was six years old.  I had accepted a teaching position in this new school – in a program where I hoped that I could make a difference.  He was wearing little blue jeans, a blue t-shirt with a yellow stripe.  He sported a short little buzz – shaved head.  Our first encounter was not your typical one:  he kicked me.  Hard.  And then he ran away and hid in a corner, waiting to see what my reaction would be.