SOME YEARS AGO, I was asked to help a kid tell his story.

I met him and his mom.

We talked for a while on a wooden bench in a breezeway by the front door of his school.

It didn’t take long for me to realize he was wise beyond his years.

Wisdom served him well, because he had to adjust to adolescence and deal with something far from most adolescent minds.


Some people take pride in every chance to relive their glory days, to tell their children tales of days gone by and often remembered.

Some tell stories of incredible athletic feats of yesteryear, and back them up with testimonies from old teammates they see in Wal-Mart or moments frozen forever in framed photographs on the walls of hometown restaurants.

Those stories take them to a time before their backs hurt, before they worked long hours to pay for mortgaged houses.

They take them back to when they had all of the time in the world, when they lived for Friday nights and thought they were invincible. (more…)

I’ve never played sports for a school so I’m not even qualified to talk about this, but I am anyway.
I’ve been around high school sports for a while now. I had a bunch of classes with student-athletes in high school and college.
Since I wasn’t able to play sports, it bothers me to see student-athletes throw their opportunity away.
When I read the story about eight South Carolina freshman athletes who may not qualify academically, I was saddened.
I realize it takes effort to be an athlete.
It takes more to be a student-athlete.
Put priority on the classroom.