Saturday, March 21, 2026
The ripple effect of the community of misfits he created forged authentic connections, as we grew sometimes painfully into the people we are.
I ended up working in jail, and in segregation sat a man I use to box. Lost and broken, I remembered who he was and tried to get him to remember that person.
Years later mentally destroyed and just trying find any proof a reason to keep plugging, I see that same kid at church and he tells me he remembers me and how it helped him...and I remember myself not who anyone thought I was, not my mistakes. I remembered me.
Thank you to the man the never stopped getting back up, and refused the weight of others labels.