….. And then, sometimes, you can’t save his world
Today was KOSH trails for U12 rugby. Quintus was chosen to try out but after two games, he wasn’t chosen to go through to the final trails. The only one of the players from his school.
My heart broke for him. I hated seeing him stay behind when all his friends got up. He fought so hard against those tears.
I asked him if he wanted to go home but he wanted to stay. He wanted to stand next to the field and support his friends. He held his head up high.
I was maybe more proud in that moment than if he had been chosen. If he had been able to go through into that final group.
What he showed then, was character. a Child with more character than some adults.
Yes, he didn’t make it into the KOSH team this year.
Yes, my heart still broke for him.
Yes, I would have loved for him to make it through.
But years from now, the fact that he didn’t make it into the KOSH team won’t matter so much. The character he showed will.
It is what makes a good friend. Good husband. Good father. Good person.
“I am proud of you Quintus. I am sorry you didn’t make it into the team. How you coped with the fact though, makes me extremely proud. I am so thankful that I get to be a part of the awesome person you are.”