This is not the beginning. The beginning is here.
This is the middle.
Go. Begin at the beginning. That way, you’ll see the middle more clearly and anyway, the beginning’s the better bit.
Here in the middle, we flash forward twenty years. Two decades since that dark parking lot with its red bricks and its singing nuns and by now there are two things I have learned.
First, Ray Hill made the world a better world. No question. The world is better for his having been here.
He’s a hero.
And second, you should never meet your heroes.