Now we see through a glass darkly

Now we see through a glass darkly
Helen Keller and her mother exemplified in the Miracle Worker

Wednesday, January 18, 2017

Froggiepoo accepted to Coach!

 I stood over his shoulder as he opened the, long anticipated letter from the school.  Froggie had donned his resume and I had edited for him and he sent it by snail mail.  Many times I said, are you sure you want to coach volleyball at an innercity school?  He said I sure do.  I went along with his feelings with much trepidation.

He said, I really feel that I can make a difference in their lives.  I really saw Froggie as the political type.  He was so profound, at times and he could lift his deep voice and fill a room with it, when he put his mind to it.  All that education and you want to coach?  I repeated, not meaning for him to hear me. It just blurted out as he was opening the envelope.  I guess, I was trying to keep his hopes on the ground, since he always usually got what he wanted in these cases.  I thought this is just the moment that he will have all his hopes dashed for being a super duper Highschool coach.

He opened the envelope and jumped up and down 10 times before I could catch him to find out what exactly they had said.

I got it!  I got it!  He bellowed.  I am going to Crocheron Hall!

Crocheron Hall is an hour and a half away, by train!  Why couldn't you have chosen a school closer to home?  It is in a difficult neighborhood, he replied without a thought about it.  I want to influence the underprivileged children to achieve their potential, through sport.

I was incredulous that he would last a week there!
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