By the time I turned 18, I had lived in 12 homes and trusted very few adults. My sophomore year, Scott became my track coach, and even when I pushed him away with my emotional outbursts, he never gave up on me. He looked me in the eye and said, “You can win state—if you do what I say.” His support was constant, his love unwavering. He wasn’t just my coach—he became a father figure when I needed it most.
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