7th grade was a rough year for me. Combine an over developed desire to fit in and a mean kid or two and you have me. To this day I remember that year as the darkest year of my life. That is, of course, until I met a crazy/remarkable kid in Mr. Peterson's Social Studies class. It was all mullets and BMX from then on. The movie Rad became the standard of adventure by which we planned every activity. I chatted with him yesterday about his fight with stage 4 pancreatic cancer. His voice was strong and he exuded confidence and hope. I have no doubt he'll win this fight. Isn't it remarkable how often those who are fighting to stay on their feet are the ones who help the rest of us off the ground. Thanks Rich. I'm forever grateful.