A little known fact about me: when I was a kid, I loved math. I wasn’t good at it, but I loved it. I liked that it made sense and that it was stable. There was something therapeutic about fixating on an equation and running the numbers until the problem was solved. My elementary school teachers encouraged me by sitting at my desk, working over each problem until they were sure I understood. Then I went to high school. Our math teacher was a bully. He yelled. He screamed. He said I wasn’t any good. I fell out of love with numbers. That was all it took. One teacher. I…