My friend Heather recently sent me this pic of her girls discovering the game of tetherball.
The only sport I was good at was one that required good eye-hand coordination and not much else. So I was the kid to beat at tetherball.
Over the years I’ve reflected on my “tetherball career.” Perhaps I’ve gotten better and even less beatable in the 50 years since I lived off Greenbelt Road. And maybe that mean neighborhood boy wasn’t as mean and snooty as I remember. But what’s real clear in my mind is what I learned from playing tetherball.
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Faith Rising 