Does standing up for yourself make you happy?
In this case, it was my daughter and her classmates I was standing up for. The other day I accompanied her and her class to a well-known market here in Toronto. The kids, armed with clipboards, pencils and enthusiasm, were to go around and find the items on their list such as pork sausages, milk, eggs and salmon and list prices, note where the item comes from (farm? Sea?) and so forth.