THIRTEEN

JORDAN

I stood there, my mind a million miles away. I couldn't focus on anything, my thoughts constantly drifting off. As a result, I made mistake after mistake, my performance in practice suffering as a result. I could see the coach's face getting redder and redder, his frustration growing with each mistake I made.

Finally, he snapped, yelling at me and storming over to where I stood.

I felt like a child being scolded, but I couldn't muster up any sort of defense. I knew I was in the wrong, my lack of focus costing me dearly. The coach's words were harsh, so harsh I knew I could have tried harder to not receive those outbursts.

The coach finished his tirade, turning on his heel and storming off. I stood there, head hanging, feeling ashamed and embarrassed. I had let myself down, my teammates down, and my coach down. I knew I had to do better, but I didn't know how. I felt like I was in a fog, unable to think clearly or focus on anything. I was lost, unsure of how to get out of the