In April, two groups went all in without ever being in the same room. A community showed up in a ballroom. A group of young men showed up in their lives. This letter is about both.

Every week, I sit down with a stack of reflection forms from our young men. Some are a single line. Some stop me cold, not because something went wrong, but because something went exactly right. Here's what their words are telling us, and what we owe them in return.