Jax Beach is a small, scruffy seaside town in Jacksonville Florida. It's not what I expected from Florida, to be honest, having visited other beach towns in Florida like Tampa, Daytona, and Miami. Jax Beach isn't like those towns.
Really it feels more like Venice Beach in California, replete with yoga studios, head shops, and vegetarian restaurants. Sun drenched surfers still wet from the ocean, walk back barefoot onto the main drag that hugs the shoreline. Skateboarders in tie die shirts ollie off the curbs of streets lined with cozy bungalows.
I'm here to meet Trey Thompson. Trey and his wife Shandy live in one of those small bungalows just a short walk from the beach. When I walk up to the front door, he greets me with a warm smile. His wife and their son Kaycin are eating dinner in the other room. They're both hometown kids. They've got everything to look forward to. And from the outside, you'd never know that Trey and Shandy have had to make some of the toughest choices any hu
