I was a coward and a quitter. Some may find that a harsh critique of a young kid still finding his way. The facts remain, I was yellow. It seemed when the chips were down, my instinct was to run. Lies became an easy out, turning tail was a road I traveled far too often, and quitting became a friend with whom I found too much comfort. Several years and some pretty crazy, “could have made a movie about this” type of moments later and I was in the Northwest Community Center