A letter to a former teacher: Pulling me back from the ledge

When I was 11, my basketball coach, who wasn’t much older than my teammates and I, walked the sideline of the small town community hall where we played, yelling and throwing his hands up in the air when we made a mistake or he disagreed with the referee's call. A few years later when I …

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Getting hit over the head to see the brighter side

My friend didn’t actually hit me in the face, but it sure felt like he had. If you had questioned me at the time, you would have had a hard time convincing me that he hadn't. His comments surprised me and knocked me into the next room. We were catching up and he mentioned that …

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