The winds that blow on the streets have not been kind to him.
The harsh gusts have blown with fierceness and over time have turned his long hair gray. Looking so much older than he is.
Summer sun has turned his skin to leather.
Winkles that surround his eyes reveal the deep valleys he has walked thru.
Cracked, blistered lips are evidence of the bitter cold days of not finding warmth.
His clothes contain the stains of the streets and struggle to survive.
It’s in the crashing waves that you hear his heart screaming to be loved.
But there is more to my friend. He smiles and it ignites a sparkle in the deep ocean blues of his eyes. There hidden deep with in the ocean waters lay his hopes and dreams that are locked away. Then you find it in the deepest depths, on the ocean floor, his hidden treasure box holding the beautiful jewel that he is.
The jewel waiting to be found and brought to the surface, past the crashing waves and on to shore to be revealed to the world.
We just need to love them and to be willing to help them find it, for sometimes they don’t see it for themselves.
to all the coaches I've known before
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