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The Weight Lifter's Award


Congratulations to the Nominees...

Jennifer
Tayeton 
Mr. Wells


And the Winner is...

Tayeton Fisher



Excerpts from Tayeton's role in Erased:

"I got up with my mind now filled with the fact that the issue was growing and had grown far beyond my grasp, yet I didn't shrink back from my offer.  I led the way a step or two ahead and kept what I knew to myself.  I only had one trusted alliance, and I had to lean on it."

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