Then it came back.

It came back, and at first I'm like, I'm not pressing the button.

Like, shit, I've been living with this, so I kinda waited a little bit.

But then as I'm running through practice, I'm like, I got a heart monitor on, I haven't felt that in years.

So then I'm like, you know what? Just press the button.

Cool few days go by and then he calls me.

Uh, I walk down the facility, he takes me to, like, basically a table like this.

When you watch your parents succeed and make mistakes publicly, what has that taught you about giving them grace?