The shocking headline of the July 16 Ruston Daily Leader caught my attention right away. “Man faces battery, drug charges — Suspect allegedly beat pregnant girlfriend.”
The story told of Lincoln Parish Sheriff’s deputies traveling down a local road and noticing a woman “in distress.” When they stopped her, they saw that she had blood on her right arm, bruises on her face, neck, arms and back, as well as a swollen jaw.
A title used every day. A job sometimes taken for granted. Yet a job and title with potential profound influence.
I lost a coach the other day; many of us did. And when I heard the news, I wept, knowing that this special coach had now left this earth. I will miss him sorely.
To be clear, Scotty Robertson was not really a personal coach of mine, at least in the sense of athletics. Although he showed his talents for over 46 years on the hard courts of high school, college and the professional ranks, he was more than a basketball coach. Far more. And wittingly or unaware, he coached many, many of us with his life, example and love of others.
Christmas has come and gone and now within the week the new year will be upon us.
Like most people I have a tendency to make those open ended New Year’s resolutions, which have ranged from simple tasks I knew I would accomplish to ones that I have yet to do.
But instead of focusing on what I need to change this year, I want to focus on all the reasons that I have to be grateful.
I don’t say enough just how thankful I am for my husband Slade — he works very hard to provide for our family. And for that I couldn’t be more grateful for a number of reasons.