When I was on the staff of a church in Chapel Hill while attending Duke Divinity School, I contacted Mike (whose nickname was, I believe, "Duck") whom I knew at Wake, and asked if he would/could speak to our youth group. He agreed, and I expanded the audience to include all downtown church youth groups. He arrived in his prison denim shirt accompanied by a prison official. Before he spoke, I took him aside and simply asked, "what happened?" He went on to tell me about growing up in Basset, VA, never having touched drugs. But after the win at UNC noted above, he want to a fraternity party and was led upstairs where he encountered and used cocaine for the first time. He said he was immediately hooked and later realized he could sell the drug to feed his growing habit and make money. When he spoke to the youth group, he told, in often graphic details, about the horrors of prison, including rape and violence. It was at once sad and riveting, especially given how far and fast he had fallen.The last I heard from him, he was working for a furniture manufacturer in Morganton, NC and living in an apartment complex owned by my father-in-law. RIP, Mike "Duck" Helms.