JFIFC    $ &%# #"(-90(*6+"#2D26;=@@@&0FKE>J9?@=C  =)#)==================================================2K" }!1AQa"q2#BR$3br %&'()*456789:CDEFGHIJSTUVWXYZcdefghijstuvwxyz w!1AQaq"2B #3Rbr $4%&'()*56789:CDEFGHIJSTUVWXYZcdefghijstuvwxyz ?}/8'5bmĪgڸ՚`w[[ 5n(庱RPvSyN~gc{l+X gŬ\(]pEf[dsqҭʃY)Il]ke&7:q]Mڼw+m#F%~E[DHBCu &)Ӓ ^K5X Ž1kXWcŒr*"Z w T+בw2L6 &kUUBEIKj H[Y'v88uv $ϒUt}-% a&ex`{8? wAZN~-$E^Y~IPʑםc_u<ypndfW|~Й3U Fw׸$\C& "1"cϖ1觏ʜz9py@̥=F53CcoaZZEJ/ UN0,x2 A<br>As the years have passed since that BFS clinic, I have watched so many of our boys turn into men both physically and mentally. In 1994, a handful of those kids told me that they were interested in power lifting meets. I told them that I would help them out only if we participated in drug free contests. They agreed, and we started by having some fund raisers. Those kids worked their fannies off. Twelve kids raised enough money to buy their own squat suits, bench shirts, knee wraps, and entry fees for a drug tested meet. They even raised enough to cover their hotel bill for a weekend! Those guys got power