Some people step in front of a podium, microphone in hand.
Some girls put on a tutu while others run the bases until they touch home plate.
When you're a sixteen year old guy, it can be the girls putting on makeup at the back of the classroom or the smell of perfume.
It can be that moment where you find the courage to speak, when you are unsure of exactly what may come out of your mouth.
It comes in all shapes and forms at any age.
If you aren't sweating, you aren't living.
Sometimes we are standing on the edge of "right" or ""wrong", "up" or "down", "do" or "don't".
And if you've gone as far as that edge, don't look back.
Just jump.
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