A breath of fresh air

We had a new kid at our junior racquetball lessons today. Harrison's his name, and what a breath of fresh air he is.

I've been helping coach these kids for the past few months, and I've gotten to the point where I've realized that things would be so much better - no, no, SO MUCH better - if the kids were either paying attention to what we were saying to them or seemed interested in being there.

I'm not asking for both, you understand. Not being greedy here. But trying to work with kids who aren't paying attention to you and don't seem motivated for being there can be frustrating.

Harrison both wants to be there and pays attention to what you're saying. What a joy! And it looks like he has some skills to boot. He's hitting the ball OK right from the start. Blow me over with a feather.

He's coming back next week for our last class before Christmas break, and I'm thinking that if he attends lessons after Christmas, he'll be better than the kids who have been here for the last couple of years by the time spring comes around.

I couldn't be happier.