life changersPosted: March 19, 2013
I had lunch with one of the life changers today. You know, one of those people whose passion for life is so grand it pulls others along like returning waves seek the sea.
He’s a young fellow, and I reported at work to him for a brief period. We meet at Portillo’s, that Chicagoland chain with the wonderful hotdogs. Polish boys with the works Chicago style, mustard, ketchup, chilli, onions, pepperochinis, everything you think should be separate but piled together blending to a medley for the senses. When we grab lunch together, talk almost always turns to basketball, kids and his coaching his daughter’s girls basketball team.
His last season with the young girls basketball team had ended, which meant a hiatus from coaching while his kids went through high school. I suspect he will attend every game. But for that last team he had coached, he wanted to write each girl a letter and tell her how proud he was to had had the privilege to coach her. We tossed ideas back and forth, and he shared that in high-school the football coach wrote just such a letter, and how a simple letter could lite a flame of inspiration. I told once as a small skinny eighth grader, I chased someone down and because his old jersey was so large I was able to tackle him by a single thread and save a touchdown, and the ninth grade coach came over and shook my hand.
Funny how we both remember grownups who took time to believe in us and acknowledge us. Well the cheeseburger ( did I say Portillo’s burgers taste great too ) was excellent and here it is hours later and I am still smiling. Not because the burger was great but because like the tide, life changers lift all hopes.
One of my coaching adventures is here: It’s a girl thing