Steven J. Anglés

I was in my teens when my family moved from Miami to a small town. We clearly weren’t from around there and didn’t exactly get a kind welcome. It didn’t take long to figure out that using my brain and building relationships were my best shot for some peace and happiness. Once I made some good friends, it became clear how much of a difference it made knowing that someone had my back. I wanted to be that person for others so they never had to feel like I did. What seemed like a seismic uprooting, as a kid, was small compared to my family fleeing Cuba in the ‘50s. They left their homes, jobs,...