Eight years ago, I was sent back to my childhood neighborhood to report on its condition, which led to this blog, an amazing coalition and a revitalized Fletcher Field.
On that July morning of 2007, I met Leon, whose house sits just two doors down from where I grew up at 8271 Dobel. I now consider Leon a friend, and today he played catch with my 16-year-old son, Louis, and shared stories of his high-school playing days back in Alabama.
I often wonder what would have happened — even more so, what wouldn’t have happened — if I had let my fears get the best of me that morning and never left the car.
All too often, fear costs us the very best things in life.