“You’ve got a choice,” Isaiah said, tossing me a towel to dry my hands. “Let that past ruin your future. Or learn from it and vow never to let it happen again.” “Easy as that?” “No, man.” He shook his head. “It’s never easy. You fight every day. You work your ass off to be better than you were. And you show up, especially on the bad days, because they make you want to keep fighting.”
