I was scrawny baskethooper who dreamed of playing shooting-guard for the local team. Another high schooler though had taken my spot and I disliked him for it. He was a hot-dogger, he was cocky and he had not paid his dues.
Then there was the scandal. He had a severe lapse in judgment and his life was brought down several pegs. He played on and grew up.
At one point, like me, he became a father and all evidence tells me he was a good man. I had no dislike in my heart anymore. I never knew him but I mourn anyone that goes too soon. Even worse knowing that one of his prides and joys won