It was impossible to find the words, but finally they came... after I figured out why it was so damned hard to lose Lee Kinard. What do we do without the believers, the ones who somehow seem to know what we’re capable of long before we do? They give us a chance and, in doing so, they ignite in us a belief in ourselves. But what happens when they are gone, when it’s just us and the indelible mark they’ve left? I think I’ve found the answer…