09/03/2026
Alex is 24.
In the spring he coached a high school baseball team. Through the summer he ran his own travel team.
Around all of that he was working as an EMT and in dialysis.
There was not much space left in a week like that. There would not be at any age.
A year ago today he joined anyway.
Nobody with a week like that would have been blamed for waiting for a quieter year.
We're glad he didn't.
Last month his EMT shifts moved to twelve-hour days, four of them in a row, up in Boulder Canyon.
That's usually where somebody quietly stops coming.
He trains on the few days off he has left.
On the days he doesn't have off, he's here at 5:30 in the morning, before the shift starts.
That's what a year of structure actually buys you. When the schedule breaks, you rebuild it instead of stopping.
He's the person I point at when somebody tells me they're too busy.
Spring baseball comes back around in a few months, and he'll work that one out too.
One year, Alex. Congrats!