[ WP ] : Children are named by the traits they are fated to have - Brave , Serene , Deeply Caring , Unmoved - and of course your lovely daughter , Bites People .

Most people wait until they're much older than four to fulfill their names. 
 
 I'm a perfect example; fifty-four years and still not really Sorrowful. No one gets through fifty years without being sad sometimes, even without suffering some serious losses, but on the whole I feel very fortunate. For all the ups and downs, nothing can take away the joy I get from my family: my wife Hardworking, my sons Passionate and Wild, and of course my daughter Bites People. I think I am still waiting for my sorrow. Yet my daughter wasted no time. She bit early and she bit often, with toddlerhood barely done, and strength enough to set out into the world and really be a savage when the adults are n't looking. 
 
 As she was our youngest, and we'd seen plenty of crazy behavior from the boys, Hardie and I took this in stride ( it was her name's fate after all; there was no avoiding it completely ). Hardie was vigilant when other kids were around, and each incident earned a simple time-out in her room - but `` her room'' was really shared with our small library, and that's where the trouble started. 
 
 Looking back, I doubt she's passed a single day in peace since she was five. Oh, there was quiet from her room, quiet for hours, but reading honed an edge in her mind, and tilted her toward the world like a stallion going downhill. She would come out and launch her reading-filled mind at us, and before long there was someone who had something better to do than listen. If it was Wild, he'd have his eyes rolling and arms thrown up within minutes, pantomiming the onslaught of unwanted words as they flooded him out of the room. Pash could barely help but meet it head-on when his little sister was wrong! wrong! wrong! and once he started bringing out his textbooks to prove he was right, she started stealing his textbooks. 
 
 It took everything I had to convince her that this was the wrong thing to do. How could it be? It was so unfair that Pash had *better books* than she did! In my weakness, I bought her quiescence with more books, and there was no turning back from there. 
 
 She learned to fight during recess every day because little girls are vicious monsters - I mean the other girls, who immediately decided that no one was going to be friends with the bookworm with the terrible name. The teachers immediately gave up on our Bites People as a lost cause ( `` No one can fix a name'' ), to which Hardie responded with great mischief, telling them that reading calmed her down. By the end of eight grade, she'd read every book in the school library, and had used the big dictionary to break another girl's bones three times. 
 
 I am convinced that signing her up for aikido saved her life, because the kids she met there were the first that did n't reject her out of hand. And yes, because of aikido, she found she did n't need to beat anyone up any more in high school. After she threw a senior headfirst into the lockers, people stopped antagonizing her in the halls. We reprimanded her by convincing her aikido teachers to make her sit against the wall for two weeks of practice, leaving her pouting, watching the others over her homework, her mind racing alongside the turns and holds and throws. 
 
 It was then that she really began writing, scribbling in the margins of her trigonometry, to the sound of throws and falls, incensed by the smell of sweat. She poured out essays and poems, harassed the local paper with letters and assaulted the internet with everything she could type. It became her passion to tell everyone what was wrong with the world, and I counted it a major victory when Hardie and I convinced Bites that she needed to be certain herself of what was wrong with the world. 
 
 College is not going to know what hit it. I know she still has n't fulfilled her name.
