Once upon a time
There was a boy
Who moved from sunny California
To the beaches of Maui
His hair was blond
His skin was white
He was an outsider
He tried to play football
They were bigger
They called him "haole"
He cried in the huddle
When football was over
All the kids went to the tennis courts
The boy followed
A man named Wakida taught all the kids
For free
He fed them balls
He made them run
He created a family
He was local now
The boy liked tennis
He was good at tennis
He won a lot
Colleges said "Come and play"
He got to travel
He got a degree
He got a wife
They had some kids
Tennis took a backseat
One summer, they said, "Let's do it."
They went back to the island
He went back to the courts
And this time
He stood on the other side of the net
He fed the balls
And his daughter returned them
No one calls her haole
She is "his" son
They are happy
The end
Mark's advice--See the ball, hit the ball
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2 comments:
That is so neat! Although I'm thoroughly jealous, I've loved reading all your posts from HI. That's the way life should be!
Fun post. I am so glad that we have tennis as a common bond! LOVE it. Let's go to all the majors together (Kris talks about this all the time).
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