Wednesday, December 9, 2009 ♥ 7:32 PM
These sufferings have seasoned me:
The hardest suffering I had to endure was the death of my middle school basketball coach, Michael Love White. He

had been my coach for five years (4th-8th grade). Over the years we spent together, we grew extremely close. I viewed him as a father figure because of my dad's absense in my life. He chose me as team captain, and I was thrilled. Yet in being captain, he put the most pressure on me and openly exposed my faults to the rest of the team. I took it pretty hard, but after a while, I realized why he was doing this. He trusted me, and knew I could play better than I was playing.
Coach White had been struggling with cancer for years upon end. His health slowly deteriorated, leaving him tired, wobbly, and dependent on a cane to walk. I clearly remember the day when I found out Coach was in the hospital. I was at my best friend at the time Maryam Jafari's house. We were helping Mrs. Jafari bake cookies, when the phone rang. Mrs. Jafari answered, and then told us the news. The only thing I remember was trying to look at Maryam, but I wasn't able to due to the pool of tears forming in my eyes. Once I could see her, I saw she was crying too. At Coach's funeral, an essay I had written prior to his death was read aloud to the whole church. I completely lost it. Coach White was the most amazing man I have ever had the privilege of knowing. He was so kind to all of us and truly treated me like his daughter. I know that he's looking down on me from heaven with a proud smile on his happy brown face. I just want to make him proud.
With Coach White in 6th grade