Week of March 10
March Madness is upon us and I am reminded of the closing minute of a youth basketballgame. May youngest son, age 10 then, was on that team and I was the coach, I realized that the lone girl of that team was the only player that hadn't scored at least one basket all season. This was our last game.
I called a timeout and told the boys to get the ball to Missey and I told her to stand near the basket. I can't say I said a little prayer, but God knows the desires of our heart.
On their last next trip down the floor the boys passed the ball to Missey and she threw it up and it hit under the rim and bounced right back to her. She pushed it up again and this time it went in. Game over. High fives all around.
An excited Missey rushed over to her coach. As we hugged I had no idea that I was embracing the future mother of three of my grandchildren.
Mal Salter
Wethersfield Ct.
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