I’ve never spoken before in great detail about this experience, other than to say I’d spent time in an all-boys’ parochial high school. Maybe I felt guilty, that what happened was mostly my fault and that I brought it on. Maybe. Yet my story, unfortunately even today, is not unique. No, it is one shared by millions of children and adolescents who daily walk through a minefield. A path so strewn with obstacles that one misstep can literally be a world-shaking incident, a kind of seismic event.