on my second-to-last day at home before returning to college
i visited my old hs athletic trainer. because of my accident-prone tendencies coupled with doing 3 sports per season, i spent a lot of my high school career in the training room nursing my various injures. i was terrified of her the first time i came in with a sprained ankle my sophmore year (my experience included being publicly scolded in a room full of “cooler/older” athletes). as i spent more time in the training room, i began to see how much she really cared about the kids that came in there. tough love was just a necessity for a job that required her to work with athletes that thought they were hot-stuff at age 15.
she went above and beyond what i would expect of even a college-level trainer; she came to dr appointments and held my hand while they did pressure tests on my calf muscles, she came to my house to check my surgery dressings, and rehabbed with me every day through the summer.
it was nice to notice that she seemed genuinely happy to see me when i visited. thinking back on my high school years, she was one of the most constant and reliable presences that i had. if it werent for her, i dont think i would even be able to run today. shes the type to keep it real and thats how you know how true her commitment is. i feel lucky to have come across such a wonderful human being who has a genuine interest in peoples well-being. seeing the impression she made (on my life and others) makes me believe the idea that people can be inherently good. and i have more faith in the value of one-on-one work (ie counseling/therapy).