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GOODBYE,  COACH  I 281



            been a horrific nightmare. Watching his body deteriorate under can-
            cer's inexorable assault, seeing his strength sapped, hearing his voice
            weaken. But today there was renewed vigor in his words. His power
            was back. There was life in the sound filling my ears, and I wanted
            more. I closed my eyes and silently listened.
              "You fought for me this past year. I appreciate that," he said warmly,
            with genuine sincerity. "But even the game oflife has an end." He said
            this matter-of-factly,  the same way he used to explain how to read
            a defensive safety's coverage. With pride, he added, "We played our
            best."

               Strangely, I wasn't feeling sad anymore, even though Coach Lewis's
            words had such finality.  It was the absence of his recent pain in his
            voice. It was the presence of his old strength. "There's so much I want
            to ask you, Coach Lewis," I said, anxious to speak before he had to
            go. "I tried to discuss some of them with you this past year, but the
            strength was missing from our talks. I came to visit you armed with
            my usual energy, hoping to share it with you to make you better, but
            as soon as we shook hands, I could feel the force of your spirit flowing
            into my arm and body. It was supposed to be the other way around;
            the flow should have been in your direction. You were supposed to
            take for once, not always be the one to give."
              In a low,  mentoring voice,  Coach Lewis  reminded me,  "Joe, the
            harmony of balance and nature is a circle of giving and receiving. You
            learned to trust your offensive line to block, your ends to get open
            and catch the ball when you threw it, and yourself to be able to get
            the pass off. Didn't you find that the harder you worked, the more you
            gave to your teammates, the more you got back in return?" he asked.
           "When you've lived your whole life getting the best out of people by

            giving them your best, it's impossible to stop just because you've got
            less to give," he explained, almost chuckling.
              It may have been due to the rarefied air at that altitude, but I com-
            pletely understood, maybe for the first time, why it's so important to
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