I think about Ken and all the things I used to go through at home, and how nobody knew. I think about how I wasn’t really alone, that it’s possibly happening to every young man and woman I know in my school and in my city. My mind is filled with voices that I’ve heard in the last year from the guys at church, the guys at the barbershop, my mom, and Ken. Those voices are talking about change and the responsibility of reaching out to those who are hurting. I want to be an agent of change for my teammates and those around me but I feel a little bit like I have one foot in and one foot out because
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