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I remember the most uncomfortable coaching session I have ever experienced as if it happened yesterday.

It was not one of my finest moments.

It was 2020, right before Covid hit the world hard. It had been a hellish morning. Both Air Canada and WestJet had changed several of my upcoming flights to Phoenix. I had to reschedule many of those flights for my sessions with my coach, Steve Hardison. Despite the frustration, I was proud of how calmly I handled the situation. I remember wrapping up the last of the details as Steve was walking into the coaching shed.

Steve commenced our time together by letting me know that he had to reschedule a few of our sessions in the coming months. The exact sessions I had been working on for the past three plus hours. My countenance must have fallen, and Steve knew something was up. In fact, he immediately got in contact with Gary in 1997. The Gary that became upset every time there were production snags and quality problems at Mahler Industries.

Shit, I thought I had ditched that dick years ago.

I fell silent and morbid. Steve just let me stew. We sat in quiet for 20 minutes. Steve smiling with eyes shining. Me furious. After what seemed an eternity he smiled and said, “WOW, you’ve been having a hell of a time over there.”

I felt awful, ashamed, and bashful. Steve came to me and hugged me. All my hurt came out.