
In The Olympics Of Life, We All Could Use A Coach
by Mary Schmich, February 18, 1998
I want a coach.
Not a coach as in Cinderella's renovated pumpkin. Not a Coach as in a pricey shoulder bag. I want a coach like an Olympic coach. I want a coach to tune me up and calm me down, a coach to sigh for me and cry for me, a coach who'll rev me up to be all that I can be and take half the blame when I wind up bumbling through the triple lutz of life. I want a coach like Picabo Street's coach, a coach who when Street had an injured knee and wanted to scope out the Olympic course skied her down the mountain on his back.
I want a coach who picks me up when I hurt...
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