Gemotions

The gymnasium was almost empty, the echoes of squeaking shoes and bouncing basketballs fading with the late afternoon light. Coach Johnson sat alone on the bench, his head in his hands. He hated this part of his job.

He thought of Michael, a kid with an infectious smile and a burning desire to play. Michael’s enthusiasm was contagious, but he was missing a few key elements. He understood the feeling.

He stood up, pushing back his chair, and went toward the exit. He thought of all the times he had failed and persevered. He would need a little bit of time with Michael.