My senior year of high school 11,363 soldiers died in Vietnam, and my school guidance counselor kept bugging me about when I was going to enlist. I had two close friends, a girl friend, an English teacher that liked my poetry, and a coach that believed in me. My mother would lose her fight to cancer in less than a year and my dad was bankrupt. Looking back, I realize the only thing holding my life together was a coach that believed in me. He gave me a sense of pride for just being me, and recognized/nurtured my endless energy. Show someone today you believe in them.
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