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I went back to my hometown this past weekend to see my newborn neice. While there I ran into someone I thought I recognize. I asked one of the nurses at the hospital if she knew who it was(It is a small town after all). She said it was Kenneth H. I was completely taken aback.

You see, Kenneth was the star QB in high school. When I say star, it is to the ninth power. He was such a high school phenom that Howard Schnellenberger, Pat Dye, Charlie Pell, Lou Holtz, and countless other D1 college coaches all came to watch him play. Bobby Bowden even flew down in the FSU helicopter to watch him at practice. As good as he was on the football field however, was as bad as he was in the classroom. He could not spell 'cat', if you gave him the 'c' and the 't'. I was asked to tutor him by the football coach along with several of the other players. He never showed up for any of our sessions. When I told the coach about this, I was advised to do the homework for him and to turn it in. Of course, since this was our star QB who was being recruited by every school in the nation, and was placing our little school in the national limelight, I flat out REFUSED. My reputation was and never has been for sale. Kenneth came at me with the vengeance of a Tazmanian Devil. I was basically blackballed by the rest of the football team because of this. My playing time went from being a starter to barely getting in even when the score was out of hand. But I never caved in.

Kenneth eventually graduated, but because his grades were so low, and his entrance exam scores barely above 400, he had to go to JUCO. Of course I did not keep up with him much past our graduation date. He never did much in college however, as he never did learn to spell 'cat', I guess. Here we are 25 years later, and he is as thin as a rail secondary to crack cocaine addiction. When I approached him, he asked me for 22 cents, so he could go buy some food. I was of course heartbroken and gave him $5. I am sure that I fed his cocaine addiction that day, but I am not judge and jury. If he said he needed food, I gave him the money for food, and not crack. I can live with that.

The point is that 25 years ago, I was actually jealous of his success. In the past few days, I have wondered if this jealousy is not what made me refuse to cheat for him. I know it is not, btw. I do know that if given the choice back then, I would have gladly traded places with him. His future was so bright. He had everything given to him. I lived in a trailer on a farm. He lived with the coach in a big brick house. He drove to school, while me and my siblings had to walk or catch a ride. And let us not forget the girls. Rumor has it that he even slept with some of the teachers. Man, what a difference does 25 years make.

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