All of those wonderfully undiscovered kids writing in the back of the classrooms, scribbling story ideas down and drawing pictures of their teachers as cartoons. Lost and anxious souls, wandering down darkened streets, listening for the world to call, waiting for the silence to smother them. My heroes are the people who have the courage, humility, and strength to fight against hatred, intolerance, and bigotry. The quiet girl in the back of the room. The unloved boy sitting on the bench in the park. The writers who believe in them, the words that express them, and the stories that define them and their struggles.