2. To my high school field hockey coach: I know this is pathetic, but I have been needing to get this off my chest for about half my life. Consequently, I remember details of events that should have long been forgotten because I have been wanting to rebuke you these past 20 years. If you even remember me, which I doubt, you might guess what I'm going to rant on here. More likely, you have no idea what a hand you played in who I am today and this is going to be a bit of a sideswipe.
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Saturday, January 28, 2012
Get Off My Chest - Part 2
Labels:
blame,
depression,
embarrassment,
exercise,
failure,
forgiveness,
health,
naivete,
quit,
rejection,
shame,
sports
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