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I can't believe I missed this ! Great story. So here is my sappy yet amusing story. While in the 5th grade, my P.E. coach did something I will never forget. The first day of school after P.E., he brought us back inside and we all lined up in the hall at the water fountain to get a drink. I was thirsty, but dreaded my turn, because I knew that I was not tall enough to reach the fountain. My turn came and I nervously approached the fountain. As I stood on tip toe with all my might, I still could not reach. I know I was turning red, I was the only one in my class who couldn't. I felt a light nudge on the top of my foot. I looked down and my coach had put his foot in front of the fountain for me to stand on. I looked up and he gave me a quick little wink. No words were exchanged verbally, but his actions were priceless to me. This was done every day the rest of the year. My 7th grade year I sat in line for roll call with the rest of the class and waited for the other two coaches to come out. I was still the "runt" and hated P.E. for many obvious reasons. Imagine my relief to see Coach T walk into the gym ! He pushed me me very hard, but always found a way to show me it didn't matter that I was little. As he put it ; my twin and I both proved that "short legs can move fast !"
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