This next picture is a few years old.
A good friend of mine, who knows me well, put this on my locker at work one day.
I read it and remember distinctly recognizing for maybe one of the first times in my short life that
the way I carried myself, the things I did and stood for, they were noticed.
I remember distinctly being proud that someone would think this of me.
I remember not wanting to lose that label of fearless.
This is one of the best compliments I've ever received.