I’m down at the YMCA again. This time I’m actually going in the building. No more loitering outside, questioning my life’s choices. I’m gonna do something with my life — something to help someone.

I sigh and enter the building, putting on my social façade and then approaching the first staff member I see. I give them my name and ask to meet my ‘Little.’ They then direct me to the side room where I see one singular kid slouched on a folded futon.

“Hey,” I greet. “I’m, uh, I’m Sonny.”