There’s always been some booing when Quinton would take a knee. But today, it seems like the crowd has been shocked into silence. And even though it’s not my job to figure out what they’re thinking anymore, part of me can’t help but to step out of the tunnel to look out into the sea of orange filling the stadium. And when I do, I’m shocked at what I see.

It’s a moment I’ll never forget. Chills run down my spine and goose bumps cover my arms. So many people are slowly lowering themselves back into their seats, as if making the stand with the players. Some people are even taking off their jerseys and turning them inside out. As the final chords of the anthem blast from the speakers, cheers start to build from the stands. They start quietly, hesitantly even, but grow louder and louder until everyone is back on their feet shouting their support for the men on the field.

Who knows if this is something they’ve always wanted to do in support of Quinton. Maybe it’s something they were inspired to do today after seeing all of the men they look up to also take a stand. But either way, it just goes to prove how much power comes with sticking together. Quinton has empowered all of these people to put action behind their thoughts. By doing something so small, but with more courage than most people could ever imagine, he’s changing the League and the world.

But more than any of that, we’ve changed each other.

I always thought that I’d end up alone, but not anymore. Not only do I have this wild group of women, I also have Quinton by my side. And I’ve never been more excited to tackle life, because for the first time ever, I’m finally living it.

Epilogue

If it wasn’t so infuriating, it would almost be comical at how quickly the media changed their tune once it wasn’t just Quinton they had to go against. Apparently, it’s a lot harder to twist the words of hundreds of people than it is just one person. In the two weeks since players from all across the League started kneeling with Quinton, it’s like everything he was fighting for magically clicked.

Who would’ve thought?

Other than me, of course.

“Have you checked the news yet?” I flip all the switches and hit the buttons to make a coffee on Quinton’s spaceship coffee machine.

He slides onto a stool at the counter. “You know I didn’t.”

Whereas the first thing I do when I wake up every morning is check my email and various social media sites, Quinton refuses to look at it before noon. I’m not saying he’s an alien or anything, but he def has a healthier relationship with devices than I do.