The Fight That Matters Most

Two men erupted from their pickup trucks at a red light in Austin. Rain turned the asphalt into a slick stage as they threw wild punches, slipping and stumbling like amateur actors in a poorly rehearsed play. Traffic backed up behind them. Horns blared. Phones captured their humiliation for Instagram immortality.

Watching the video, I felt a familiar knot in my stomach. Recognition.

Those men in the rain? I used to be them.