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The rope was my nemesis. In junior high school, we were going through a tumbling unit in gym class. I wasn't too bad on the horse and rings, but, while my classmates scrambled up the rope and hit the I-beam at the top with the palms of their hands, I would get about halfway up and lose heart. One day, as we were all heading to the locker room, Mr. Potterton discretely folded his way into the group and put his hand on my shoulder. "I see you're having some problems with the rope." "Yeah."...
Dean Rudoy
January 11, 2025