Someone to Sit in the Foxhole: A Grandfather’s Speech That Changed Everything

I dropped the pieces on the teacher’s desk. Tyler covered his eyes.

“I don’t know anything about coding,” I said. My voice was raspy, stripped of the polite “customer service” tone I used for years. “And I don’t know how to build a brand.”

I took a step closer.

“But I know what it’s like to be eighteen years old and so scared you can’t breathe.”

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