A little background: I didn’t learn to play sports until it was almost too late to join a team in elementary school. I only joined because this guy (shown above) encouraged me to learn and made an effort to coach me—just enough to raise my confidence enough to try out. I didn’t believe I was good enough. But I made the cut! A few years later, when I was in 9th grade I injured my index finger during a basketball game. It took me out for the rest of the season, so I was really upset because I couldn’t play during finals when it really mattered. After picking me up from a game I spent on the sidelines, he asked me if I’d like to go to my old elementary school and shoot some hoops. I never forgot that day. I beat him so bad, with only one hand really (the other one was inside a splint). I guess he let me win, but the point is that small acts of kindness go a long way. Thanks big brother, I owe you so much.