My Enemy Within

By Stephen W. Kelley ’86

The scene could not have been more fitting. As the lights were being turned out on what was a nearly empty gym, there stood 10-year-old Sean Guthrie, looking more prizefighter than point guard, with bloodstained teeth and an upper lip about twice its normal size. I watched as he slowly—reluctantly, really—shuffled off the darkened basketball court. Moments earlier, I had tried in vain to find just the right words to send a ragtag collection of fifth graders off after our season-ending loss. All season I had tried to teach them about sportsmanship, teamwork and maybe a little about basketball. Little did I know what I would receive in return.…

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