My fourteen-year-old son, Daniel, had recently fallen in love with soccer.<\/p>\n
Every afternoon, he\u2019d kick the ball against the garage door until the sky went pink and the neighbors turned their lights on. But more than the game itself, he talked about his coach.<\/p>\n
\u201cMom, Coach Charles says I have real potential,\u201d he told me one night, breathless with excitement. \u201cHe thinks I could play varsity next year.\u201d<\/p>\n
Coach Charles.<\/p>\n
I didn\u2019t know him yet, but I was grateful for whoever he was. Daniel had been withdrawn ever since his father walked out three years earlier. This\u2014this spark\u2014was the first time I\u2019d seen genuine joy on his face in months.<\/p>\n
So I didn\u2019t ask too many questions.One evening after a close game, I waited outside the locker room. Daniel burst out smiling, cheeks flushed, still buzzing from adrenaline.<\/p>\n
And right behind him walked a man I never expected to see again.<\/p>\n
My body went cold.<\/p>\n
\u201cMom,\u201d Daniel said, beaming, \u201cthis is my coach. Coach Charles.\u201d<\/p>\n
I couldn\u2019t breathe.<\/p>\n
Standing there wasn\u2019t just my son\u2019s coach. It was my first love. The only man I had ever loved without fear or reservation.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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