Sad how that works isn't it?About five years after graduating I met our high school quarterback and reigning jock. He was sitting on a bench in pigeon park all messed up.
It was really sad. He had everything going for him and just fell apart after high school.
I was asked to leave High School...I was told I'd never make anything of myself anyways, so you may as well go get a job in construction, or join the Military....I did both.
I now own 1400 acres and at least a quarter million in livestock....free and clear.
Every once in awhile I run into those boys from the Football team ,I used to fist fight with on a regular basis.
Some did well, many didn't ....but most of them long for those glory days back in school, when they where somebody.





