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While the waves crashed against the rocks beneath him, Grant Stuard<\/a> readied himself for the fall. He was closer now, inches from the edge. He yanked the headphones from his ears and stared into the darkness.<\/p>\n

More than anything, he didn\u2019t want it to hurt.<\/p>\n

Everything he\u2019d lived through \u2014 everything he\u2019d tried to block out and bury for years \u2014 was finally catching up to him, smothering him, suffocating him, pushing him here, to the end of this pier past 2 a.m. one night in Galveston, Texas, gazing at the jagged rocks below, convinced if he jumped all his pain would vanish in an instant.<\/p>\n

He\u2019d always tried to be Superman,\u00a0the star athlete and A student, all while secretly keeping a broken home together. But the older he got, the more his life fell apart.<\/p>\n

He wasn\u2019t Superman. He was 20 years old, and he was slipping, becoming what he loathed most. He started skipping classes. Then meetings. Then practices. Coaches wanted to kick him off the team. A girlfriend called him out. \u201cYou\u2019re just like your dad,\u201d she told him, \u201cand your brother and sister are gonna be just like you.\u201d<\/p>\n

For weeks, he couldn\u2019t shake those words from his mind.<\/p>\n

Just like my dad? Just like me?<\/p>\n

So he jumped in his Mustang late one night and drove, cranking the volume on his speakers. He parked next to the pier. He deleted every social media account he had. Finally, he started walking toward the water.<\/p>\n

\u201cI just wanted to be gone,\u201d he says now. \u201cI wanted to erase myself.\u201d<\/p>\n

He scoped out the scene. He saw no one. Beneath him, the rocks jutted out into the Gulf.<\/p>\n

He told himself it\u2019d be over fast.<\/p>\n

He peered over the edge, heart racing, hands trembling. He took out his headphones, scribbled in his notebook and envisioned the fall.<\/p>\n

Then he heard something.<\/p>\n

Before he tried to be Superman, Grant Stuard thought he was Spider-Man. Inside his family\u2019s living room in Spring, just north of Houston, \u201che\u2019d jump from the couch to the recliner and from the recliner to the couch all day long,\u201d his mom says.<\/p>\n

Laurel Montgomery\u2019s oldest was a ball of endless energy. As a kid, Grant smashed into everything in sight, typically leaving a distinct trail of destruction: holes in the wall, holes in the furniture, holes everywhere.<\/p>\n

\u201cThere\u2019s no finesse to me and there never has been,\u201d says the Indianapolis Colts<\/a> linebacker and special teams star. \u201cI don\u2019t have the best coordination, per se, but I could always run and hit something.\u201d<\/p>\n

Dad wasn\u2019t around much. Dawayne Stuard was arrested dozens of times between 1995 and 2020 and served multiple stints in prison. But when he was, he rarely missed a practice or game. A former semi-pro football player, he pushed Grant relentlessly. He screamed. He motivated. At times, he insulted.<\/p>\n

\u201cAre you OK with him talking to your son like that?\u201d other parents would ask Laurel on the sideline. \u201cI was so young I didn\u2019t know any better,\u201d she says.<\/p>\n

\"\"<\/p>\n

(Courtesy Laurel Montgomery)<\/p>\n

Tears and tantrums followed. Grant would throw his helmet if he didn\u2019t win every rep.<\/p>\n

\u201cMy dad pushed me a lot harder than most kids would\u2019ve been OK with,\u201d Grant says. But quickly, he came to crave the attention football provided. \u201cIt was the only place I felt seen.\u201d<\/p>\n

Laurel was 16 when she first snorted cocaine, 17 when she lied about her age to land a job at a gentleman\u2019s club in the city, and 18 when she became a mom. She made $300 on her first shift and $800 on her second. She grew addicted to the money, then the drugs. Coke became Adderall. Adderall became Oxy. Oxy became heroin, meth. Twenty years went by. She lost control. She lost her job, then another, then another.<\/p>\n

She\u2019d vanish for weeks \u2014 no call, no warning, no nothing. When she did make it to one of her son\u2019s games, she\u2019d sneak into the bathroom every half hour for another hit.<\/p>\n

Laurel\u2019s mom, Janet, was around, filling in some of the gaps, but at home Grant carried most of the burden. He\u2019d swipe the food stamps card from Laurel\u2019s purse so she couldn\u2019t sell it for drug money. He\u2019d scrounge up dinner for his brother JoJo and sister Samaria, even if it was week-old Little Caesars pizza or cereal for the third night in a row. Sometimes, they\u2019d have to settle for a bowl of uncooked Ramen noodles.<\/p>\n

As he grew older, he started to hide his home life from everyone he knew. One lie became two. Two became 20. After football practices, Grant would ask his friends\u2019 parents to drop him off a few houses down so they wouldn\u2019t get suspicious and call Child Protective Services. When he missed school, he\u2019d call and say he was sick. \u201cThe reality was I didn\u2019t have a way to get my brother to school,\u201d Grant says, \u201cand I wasn\u2019t gonna leave him at home by himself.\u201d<\/p>\n

He learned to drive at age 11, his head peeking over the steering wheel in his grandma\u2019s beige Chevy Cavalier. He\u2019d drop JoJo and Samaria off each morning, and when a teacher would ask how they got there, Grant would shrug and say, \u201cWe rode the bus.\u201d<\/p>\n

When friends would come over, they\u2019d pepper him with questions.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhere is your food?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWhy are your floors so sticky?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWhy are you wearing the same clothes you had on two days ago?\u201d<\/p>\n

By the time he was a teenager, he couldn\u2019t ignore it. The insults he heard on the playground. The stacks of bills on the nightstand. The residue he found on his mom\u2019s bathroom counter. The racy calendars with her picture plastered on the cover that she\u2019d stuffed into her closet, thinking no one would find.<\/p>\n

Grant would grow furious, leaving Post-It notes over her face. \u201cPLEASE STOP!\u201d he\u2019d write.<\/p>\n

Finally, one night, after another overdose, Laurel came clean. \u201cI\u2019m a drug addict,\u201d she told her son from a hospital bed.<\/p>\n

\u201cI know, mom.\u201d<\/p>\n

She was stunned. She thought she\u2019d been hiding it.<\/p>\n

\u201cHow did you know?\u201d she asked.<\/p>\n

\u201cMom, look at your arms.\u201d<\/p>\n

She stared at the needle marks. The bruises. The scars.<\/p>\n

\u201cI feel like I neglected him as a person,\u201d Laurel says now, choking back tears. \u201cI hate to say that, but that\u2019s how it was. I wanted to be a good mom. I just wasn\u2019t.\u201d<\/p>\n

Dawayne Stuard was better at hiding his vices. He hid his infidelity from his wife \u2014 \u201cDon\u2019t tell your mom,\u201d he\u2019d warn Grant in private \u2014 and hid his pill addiction from his children.<\/p>\n

But he couldn\u2019t hide from the police. Over the years, he was arrested on charges of theft, forgery, fraud, credit card abuse and organized criminal activity. He popped in and out of Grant\u2019s life for more than a decade, a fleeting figure whom his son slowly came to resent.<\/p>\n

\u201cAs I got older, I was like, \u2018This is bullsh\u2013,\u2019\u201d Grant says. \u201cI was emotionally devastated.\u201d<\/p>\n

On the football field, Grant yearned for his father\u2019s approval, the validation every young athlete chases when following in dad\u2019s footsteps. His games were the only times the family would all be together. He didn\u2019t want to disappoint.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhen I played well, it felt like I was being a good kid, like I was fulfilling my purpose,\u201d he says.<\/p>\n

But he always wrestled with the hypocrisy staring him in the face. Dawayne was a licensed minister, a self-proclaimed Jesus freak, the dad who poured himself into his son\u2019s blossoming football career. He was also a serial criminal living a double life.<\/p>\n

\u201cThere would be great moments with him, but they were few and far between,\u201d Grant says.<\/p>\n

So as a teenager, Grant made a vow to himself.<\/p>\n

\u201cI decided I wasn\u2019t gonna smoke weed when everybody else was,\u201d he says. \u201cI wasn\u2019t gonna get drunk when everybody else was. I didn\u2019t wanna do anything they did, because everything they were doing wasn\u2019t getting us out of the situation we were in.\u201d<\/p>\n

He threw himself into his schoolwork. (One of the few times he got a B, in fifth-grade English, he was left in tears. \u201cI\u2019m still pissed,\u201d Grant says now. \u201cI wrote a good paper.\u201d) But when he\u2019d walk through the door with his report card, anxious to show it off, no one would even ask to see it.<\/p>\n

At Oak Ridge High he became a standout in football and track, known for the scraggly long hair that dangled past his shoulders and a motor that always revved at top speed. Colleges started to show interest. Yale called. Grant committed. Before his senior year, the coach who\u2019d recruited him told him if he didn\u2019t maintain an A average, the scholarship wouldn\u2019t stand.<\/p>\n

\u201cNo problem,\u201d Grant assured him.<\/p>\n

But his home life was unraveling. He was bouncing from home to home, living with his mom one month, his grandma the next, his dad the next. \u201cNothing was stable,\u201d says a former coach at Oak Ridge, Kevin Goodwin. \u201cI can\u2019t tell you the number of houses that boy lived in from 2015 to 2019.\u201d<\/p>\n

Grant knew he needed a different environment, and quick.<\/p>\n

\u201cWho can you call about a place to stay?\u201d Goodwin asked.<\/p>\n

\u201cNobody,\u201d Grant told him.<\/p>\n

\u201cOK, let\u2019s go,\u201d Goodwin replied. \u201cYou\u2019re staying with me.\u201d<\/p>\n

Grant showed up at his coach\u2019s door with his life in a trash bag. He stayed for most of his senior year. He ate healthier, dropped weight, kept his A average and helped Oak Ridge\u2019s 4\u00d7400 relay team finish third in the Texas state championship, diving head-first across the finish line in a school record time. Goodwin still has a picture of it saved on his phone.<\/p>\n

Then, just before Grant was ready to sign with Yale on a football scholarship, his hometown school called. Houston<\/a> wanted him. In the end, he couldn\u2019t leave JoJo and Samaria behind.<\/p>\n

So he stayed, and life started to crumble. Mom wasn\u2019t around. Dad wasn\u2019t either, until he was, suddenly showing up for practices at Houston, planting himself two feet from Grant\u2019s position coach for the entire workout. \u201cThat was the first time I was like, \u2018I get it,\u2019\u201d says former Cougars assistant Blake Gideon. \u201cThere was this looming shadow.\u201d<\/p>\n

Grant was trying to climb the depth chart on defense, trying to keep his grades up and trying to make sure JoJo and Samaria were safe back home.<\/p>\n

\u201cHe literally had to raise his mom and dad and his brother and sister,\u201d Goodwin says. \u201cImagine doing that as a teenager.\u201d<\/p>\n

Grant was driving back to Spring every week. He was missing classes, workouts and meetings because of it. \u201cMy mind wasn\u2019t there,\u201d he admits. He started lying to cover himself. He cheated on his girlfriend, then lied about that.<\/p>\n

\u201cAll my life I lied about everything that was happening at home,\u201d he says.<\/p>\n

For years he\u2019d tried to bury it, the anger and resentment and shame he\u2019d bottled up inside. But it was always there. He\u2019d never fully processed his childhood. He\u2019d never acknowledged how much the trauma lingered. He\u2019d never been honest with himself.<\/p>\n

He felt alone. He grew selfish. He lashed out.<\/p>\n

His girlfriend told him all he ever did was hurt people.<\/p>\n

For a while, he started to believe her.<\/p>\n

Then he asked himself a question: If he was gone, would everyone\u2019s life around him be better?<\/p>\n

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Grant Stuard earned All-AAC first-team honors as a senior. (Courtesy of the University of Houston)<\/p>\n

The sound he heard on the pier that night, the sound that stopped him from throwing himself onto the jagged rocks below, was laughter. A little boy laughing.<\/p>\n

Wait a minute, Grant asked himself, wasn\u2019t I the only one here?<\/p>\n

He stepped back. He looked behind him. A hundred yards away, he saw a father and son. They were fishing.<\/p>\n

In the middle of the night?<\/p>\n

He stared at them, stunned. The boy laughed again. Grant thought about his little brother.<\/p>\n

Who\u2019s JoJo gonna have if I go through with this?<\/p>\n

He walked back to his car, his heart oddly at ease.<\/p>\n

\u201cI told myself, \u2018I don\u2019t have a plan, I don\u2019t have a sense of what I\u2019m going to do next, but I owe them enough to try.\u2019\u201d<\/p>\n

Six months later, inside a church that sat in a strip mall, wearing an Iron Maiden T-shirt, shorts and sandals, Grant Stuard\u2019s life changed. He\u2019d gotten in another fight with his girlfriend the night before, then sat in his car alone, as lost as he\u2019d ever felt. He sped back to Spring, slept on his dad\u2019s floor, then drove to his cousin\u2019s church for a morning service. He parked his Mustang a few blocks away. The back right tire was flat.<\/p>\n

The pastor spoke. He was an ex-felon and a former drug addict.<\/p>\n

\u201cSomebody didn\u2019t want to come today, but they\u2019re here,\u201d he began. \u201cSomebody is struggling with their job and can\u2019t sleep at night, but they\u2019re here. Somebody got a flat tire on the way this morning, but they\u2019re here.\u201d<\/p>\n

Grant perked up. No one had seen his car. No one could\u2019ve known he had a flat tire.<\/p>\n

\u201cNow I\u2019m paying attention,\u201d he says.<\/p>\n

They broke into prayer groups. A man approached.<\/p>\n

\u201cThe feeling you had last night, sitting alone in your car? That\u2019s the reason you\u2019re here,\u201d he told Grant. \u201cThat was God telling you to keep coming back.\u201d<\/p>\n

At this point, Grant could barely speak. Tears welled in his eyes.<\/p>\n

How could this man have known?<\/p>\n

How could anybody have known?<\/p>\n

\u201cI hadn\u2019t told a soul about the night before,\u201d Grant says. \u201cAnd for me, that was God showing me he existed. He was telling me he cared about me, like genuinely cared about me, something that was missing my whole life. For a long time football filled that void. Then girls filled that void. I always had this feeling I had to do everything for my siblings and everything for myself, and I always ended up feeling alone.\u201d<\/p>\n

A weight was lifted.<\/p>\n

\u201cHe wasn\u2019t there by accident, that\u2019s what we kept telling him,\u201d says Megan McCullum, who also spoke that morning. A former drug addict herself, McCullum worked in the same club as Grant\u2019s mom a decade prior. After getting pregnant, she left the job and turned her life around. She got clean. She became a pastor. She started a family.<\/p>\n

Grant saw the hope. In that moment, he clung to it.<\/p>\n

Then he cut the toxicity from his life. He grew closer to God. He stopped lying, stopped cheating, stopped feeling like he had to be everything to everybody. He met the woman who\u2019d become his wife, Josie, and proposed within a year. He came clean to his coaches and re-dedicated himself to football.<\/p>\n

\u201cHe comes into my office one day in tears and tells me everything,\u201d Gideon remembers. \u201cI\u2019m like, \u2018Whoa, what?\u2019 I\u2019m sitting there watching a third down cutup, like that matters in that moment.\u2019\u201d<\/p>\n

The coach listened. He counseled. He kept his phone on all hours of the night, urging Grant to call whenever he needed. Then he leveled with him. \u201cThe best version of you is good enough,\u201d Gideon told Grant before his senior year. \u201cKeep working and you could change everything for your brother and sister.\u201d<\/p>\n

Translation: The NFL<\/a> wasn\u2019t out of the question.<\/p>\n

\u201cGrant always had that strength in him,\u201d Gideon says. \u201cHe just lost his confidence and his direction.\u201d<\/p>\n

After bouncing from running back to safety early on at Houston, Grant found a home at linebacker. As a senior he broke out, leading the Cougars in tackles and earning All-AAC first-team honors. \u201cHe played with his hair on fire every single snap, with no regard for his personal safety,\u201d Gideon says. \u201cNot one time did I have to ask, \u2018Can you give me more effort? Can you play a little more physical?\u2019<\/p>\n

\u201cHe\u2019s also the worst walkthrough player ever,\u201d the coach adds with a laugh. \u201cHe can\u2019t tone it down.\u201d<\/p>\n

The following spring, Grant waited 258 picks to hear his name called in the 2021 NFL Draft. With the last selection, the Buccaneers made him Mr. Irrelevant.<\/p>\n

While the family celebrated back in Spring, Grant snuck into a quiet room for a video call with reporters. A few minutes later, Laurel popped her head on the screen. She waved. She smiled.<\/p>\n

She was high on meth at the time.<\/p>\n

She was arrested a few hours later.<\/p>\n

For years and years, Grant had begged his mom to go to rehab. Twice, Laurel had relented. The first time she stayed sober for a month. The second time she was high 20 minutes after being released.<\/p>\n

\u201cI had just given up on a regular life,\u201d she says.<\/p>\n

Her addiction spiraled. She was living in hotels, stealing cars, stealing from store shelves, stealing anything she could. She was also overdosing every few months.<\/p>\n

By this point Samaria was a freshman in high school, struggling the same way Grant had a few years prior. Mom was gone. Dad was back in prison. Friends were worried. They called Grant, begging for help. He decided to pursue custody to keep his sister safe.<\/p>\n

Laurel would essentially have to sign over her rights as a mother. Grant called, demanding she show up at a Whataburger to sign the papers. For a full week, she made excuses, running off to hotel rooms, getting high.<\/p>\n

\u201cIf you\u2019re not there mom,\u201d he told her at one point, \u201cI\u2019ll never speak to you again.\u201d<\/p>\n

Finally, she made it. She signed. She left in tears. And not long after that, Laurel overdosed for the last time. Paramedics had to administer her Narcan, a drug used to reverse the effects of opioid overdoses, and give her CPR for so long it bruised her ribs. For weeks Laurel couldn\u2019t breathe without searing pain, a constant reminder of how close she\u2019d come to never waking up.<\/p>\n

A month later, she called Grant.<\/p>\n

\u201cI don\u2019t wanna die,\u201d she told her son. \u201cI just don\u2019t know how to stop.\u201d<\/p>\n

Within a week, she dug up the binder Grant had been keeping for years, the one with all the brochures from all the rehab centers he\u2019d looked into for her. Laurel started making calls, asking if they had an open spot. Some were full. Some wouldn\u2019t take her insurance. Some were too expensive.<\/p>\n

She kept calling.<\/p>\n

Finally, hope. A place called Turning Point, in Tampa, Fla., seven miles from the Bucs\u2019 practice facility.<\/p>\n

\u201cCrazy, right?\u201d Grant says.<\/p>\n

For an early exercise, each patient was asked to write down how their drug use had negatively impacted their loved ones. Laurel hesitated.<\/p>\n

She wasn\u2019t ready. She wasn\u2019t sure she\u2019d ever be ready. She thought about her three children, about all those nights they\u2019d been left alone while she was out getting high. She gazed at the front door. She considered sprinting right through it.<\/p>\n

\u201cThere are no drugs in there, so all you\u2019re left with are the things you\u2019ve done,\u201d she says. \u201cIt was so hard.\u201d<\/p>\n

She stared at the blank sheet of paper. Finally, she started writing.<\/p>\n

She stayed 90 days this time, working through the shame she\u2019d been carrying with her for decades. She found a way to forgive herself.<\/p>\n

\u201cI feel like I got my master\u2019s degree in recovery,\u201d Laurel says. \u201cThis time, it just clicked.\u201d<\/p>\n

After Turning Point, Laurel moved into a sober living home, counseling women in recovery, then started picking up shifts at Dunkin Donuts \u2014 her first job out of the sex industry since before Grant was born. Pretty soon, she was promoted to manager. Now she\u2019s back at Turning Point, this time as an employee, working with addicts hoping to change their lives the same way she did.<\/p>\n

She\u2019s been sober since Dec. 11, 2021.<\/p>\n

And she\u2019s also a new grandma. Grant and Josie welcomed a baby boy, Elihu, on May 24. The family gathered in Houston, Laurel and her three kids, together in a way they\u2019d never been before.<\/p>\n

\u201cI thank God every day they still wanna be in my life,\u201d Laurel says. \u201cAnd that they still love me, and they still want me in their lives.\u201d<\/p>\n

\"\"<\/p>\n

After getting sober, Laurel Montgomery (middle) reunited with her three children: Samaria (second from left), Grant (middle) and JoJo (second from right). (Courtesy of Laurel Montgomery)<\/p>\n

Laurel is almost three years clean. Dawayne, who did not respond to repeated interview requests for this story, has built a relationship with his son. JoJo is in college at Houston Christian. Samaria will soon be at Central Florida.<\/p>\n

Grant is entering his fourth year in the NFL and third in Indianapolis, where he\u2019s become one of the Colts\u2019 top special teams weapons. Last December, in an overtime win over the Titans<\/a>, he scooped up a blocked punt and returned it for a touchdown. On his feet that afternoon were black and red Nikes, emblazoned with the words \u201cStuardship Foundation,\u201d Grant\u2019s pick for the NFL\u2019s My Cause My Cleats campaign. He and Josie started the organization to pour back into the community he came from, to show kids engulfed in trauma that there\u2019s a way out, impossible as it can sometimes seem.<\/p>\n

\u201cThey\u2019re gonna be talking about Grant Stuard\u2019s story back in Houston for a long time,\u201d Goodwin says. \u201cI remember thinking this boy\u2019s life is gonna mean a whole lot to a whole lot of people someday \u2014 that is, if he\u2019s able to make it through.<\/p>\n

\u201cI just thank the Lord he was able to make it through.\u201d<\/p>\n

If you or someone you know is having thoughts of suicide or is in emotional distress, contact the National Suicide Prevention Lifeline by dialing 988 or at 988lifeline.org<\/a>.<\/p>\n

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