So I coach this soccer team.
11 year old girls.
and today my team is playing the 1st place team and just getting owned. We played really, really well...in fact the best so far...but the other team was just bigger and stronger. So once of my girls took a pretty decent shot from another player and fell down. So i got to do the typical coach thing and jog on the field to check on her. **let me preface this by saying I was the player that would only leave the field if something was broken in two. My coach had to drag me off the field....so I'm not terribly sympathetic. I took A TON of pride in being tough.** this kid on the other hand was WAILING. Not just crying but literally WAILING! So i'm already angry that she's being such a baby....i mean the hit really wasn't that bad...when her mom comes over to the bench and begins to baby her and tell her that when she fell she was "wrapped in a blanket by the holy spirit and that it didn't really hurt because she was covered by the blood of the lamb." Now i'm not even kidding right now...this was a literal conversation. No exaggeration. So as this mom is babying this little girl....i'm dying inside....dying of laughter...dying of frustration with this little girl and her mom....and this whole time the kid is screaming...you would have thought someone had cut her arm off. So 10 minutes go by and i ask her if she's ready to go back in and she says no...she wants to just rest. I almost died. It was amazing...good thing she was wrapped in the holy spirit. =)
October 21, 2007
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gosh you're an amazing story teller... man! I like you! that's incredible!
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