My swim coach, Neil Romney, of almost three years was fired this week.
Don’t get me wrong, we had our disagreements and problems, but I respect him more than anyone realizes. Yes, sometimes I took his “Neilisms” for granted, but looking back I appreciate everything.
All the times my goggles filled up with tears from what I thought was an insult was really just Neil pushing me harder than what I thought my limitations were.
All the times I saw the yellow towel waving reminded me Neil wanted us to succeed.
Finally, all the times I got feedback and grinning from ear-to-ear because I had just earned respect and a high five. It’s the best feeling in the world.
Neil Romney = best coach in the world.
Sophia Dickinson, age 14