Once a boy was trapped. He was trapped in a tunnel that seemed to have no light at the end, no flicker of hope in sight. He was lost, searching for an escape, a solution, a resurrection. After stumbling around in the darkness, he found no easy answers. So he fled the tunnel the only way he knew how, in an act of final desperation. The tunnel was his life. And the boy was named Greg. His method of escape was a shotgun. At nearly l:00 a.m., just 20 days before Greg's 18th birthday, he set the gun under his chin, took a few deep breaths, and pulled the trigger in hopes of ending his constant stress and pain the easiest way he knew how. That's where Greg thought this story ended. ...