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
Oak Harbor