 Thank you. I need a lot of help today. Thank you, dear. Hopefully I'll be better. I think it was hitting my vest. Thank you. Grant was a ninth grader at West Fargo High School. True story. I heard about it through his counselor. He's a stud athlete. He comes in to lunch at the long tables every day. He sits down with his buds, high-fives them, bumps them. They talk about hockey and the Vikings, everything. As a ninth grader, your first year of high school. He comes in and for three weeks he sits down with his buddies and two tables over