I had a rude awakening this morning. My 15 year-old cousin Lawrence aka Junior took us to the beach where he showed us his ball handling skills for about 45 minutes straight. Asmeret then made a big deal about how competitive she was and how we are going to start running when we get back to New York. Next thing I know I was being called old man and challenged to a race. I beat the young gipper gapper the first time in a sprint, then there were all these excuses thrown about how I wouldn’t last in a long distance race... Let’s just say I’m glad the battery on the camcorder died before I reached the finish line.

 

Junior is an amazing young man, and watching him play with such passion was truly a beautiful thing. His humility is a lesson for me, and I hope to see him continuously smile like he did when he kicked my butt in the foot race. Oh I didn’t mention he beat me in sandals.  He’s an ace in mathematics, but if the accountant thing doesn’t work out, I look forward to watching him play futbol.