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Back to what we were saying, our career was just on hold. What I thought I wanted was not the plan. However, there was a plan being laid out for us. It was to coach pee wee football, to learn, and grow among a town where we would find a new life. We would decide to go to a cemetery to write away our stress. We did this, so we didn’t blow all the hard work of the town and so many good souls as they helped put us back together. Let’s not forget all the relationships we have made with countless young men on the fields. It is appreciated that their parents allowed us to grow with their kids on the fields. In the football stands all across the northern part of Indiana, we would have many conversations with them over the years. It’s hard for me to keep my opinion to myself, let alone if I care about someone. Then I would say or do anything to try to help them. Especially since we have been through a lot, so why waste our trial and errors, might as well share what we have learned. Why allow the pain and loss to control our thoughts any longer, it was a relief that I was able to share it with them. 

I used to say while in the stands and on the fields, I think of football like chess. Chess is a lot like life. That is how we think of the sport. On that, I would say I was a different kind of coach. I wasn’t the prefect coach, or even the best role model as I was growing myself. I couldn’t run the whole team. There were a lot of things I was not able to do. However, I do know one thing for sure, I was a good coach and I loved our kids. I still do talk to many of those kids, as they are men now. Some are in college, others are in the work force. Some are fathers with beautiful family’s of their owe forming and many are soldiers. Thank you all.