The Accused

It's easy to accuse those that are different and Max Brauny was definitely different.

Young Max was six years old and lived on the third floor on West Tenth Street in New York City. Tony, who was twelve and lived on the second floor, said, "Max, my daddy says you and your momma, each of you are about twice as wide as anyone else in the world. He said, your faces are about halfway between what the Neanderthal and what the modern man looks like. You're a neat kid Max, but you and your Momma, you sure are different."
He asked his mother about that.
She paused, looked at the boy, nodded, and said, "We are different . . . and by my standards you are the neatest, most beautiful six year old kid in the whole world. I am the heaviest boned and the strongest woman on the face of the earth and you, my son, are the heaviest boned and strongest six year old kid in the whole world. We are special, unique, and there are no others like us anywhere."
"Why?"
"Because we are, we just are. There hasn't been more than one other like us for probably the last 50,000 years. When you get older I'll tell you more.
-From Chapter One

I bet you can't top this story with any you have ever read. Come along and see how a funny-looking kid becomes a star-level sportsman, a government agent and a bodyguard on a first-name basis with the president. Did I mention he is also a first-class human being? We should all be so lucky, or so good at what we do.