I've been coaching youth sports for 10 years now, and I can't go to many places without hearing "hey coach". At times my house is like a locker room with all these ballplayers. Something I am proud of. Yesterday we had to bury one of my boys, who was killed in a car accident. My son and I are devistated, just doesn't seem fair. I'd ask you to pray for him, but that would make me a hypocrite. My son (14) and I hugged each other for about 10 minutes yesterday. Why does it take something like this. Life is short, enjoy it!