He never left anyone behind,” a teammate muttered, staring at the empty field where Brayden Wood, 19, once rallied the T-Wolves to victory. Last week, the pitcher’s heart stopped mid-game—no warning, no explanation. His sudden death on February 26th left Lehi, Utah, reeling. At eight, he’d vowed to “play forever”; at 19, tributes flooded a fundraiser, hitting $20K in hours. Coaches recalled his habit of handing gloves to rookies who couldn’t afford gear. Parents, friends, rivals—all now wear #4 wristbands. To the Woods: your son’s kindness outlived him. Share his story