Growing up in Plain City, our house was surrounded by massive monocrop corn and soy fields. In the 90s and early 2000s, we'd play outside while the tractors ran right next to us, spraying pesticides into the air we breathed. We thought nothing of it.

My brother was taken first through non-Hodgkin's lymphoma.
Then my father, esophageal and liver cancer that spread so fast, there was nothing left to do.

I'm the only surviving male left. And I'm done staying quiet.

If you've lost someone, or you're scared you might, this video is for you.