Bill Ehret

I have in my desk a piece of notebook paper. When I unfold it, I see the handwriting of an early-teen boy. It’s a letter of apology. The young man who wrote the note played on a middle school football team that I helped coach. A kid with a lot work ing against him, he was a likable guy who worked hard in practice. Unfortunately, he had trouble keeping his grades up. When they fell below eligibility level, he was…