When the World Went Quiet

Posted: May 12, 2025

Wednesday night, I finished writing 18 chapters.

It felt like something was closing, but I didn’t know what.

Not yet.

Thursday morning, the world went quiet.

Still. Silent. Like the breath before a storm.

By Thursday afternoon, everything had changed.

The hallway I had walked for years—gone.

The students I had poured my soul into—out of reach.

The whistle, the rhythm, the daily joy—paused.

But not the light.

The light never left.

This moment was not a fall. It was a shift.

A doorway disguised as a loss.

And I didn’t know it at the time, but I was being re-aligned.

Not to start over—

But to walk forward with even more clarity, courage, and compassion than before.

I’ve had to sit with that.

To let the ache settle.

To let the silence teach me.

And here’s what I know now:

My job was never about PE.

It was about putting God into physical form.

Through movement, through love, through discipline, through stories, through presence.

That mission hasn’t changed. It’s only expanded.

My job now is simple:

To stand firm.

With a courageous heart.

To listen for the next step.

And to take it in love.

Because that’s the path the Lord always points me toward—

not revenge, not regret—

but love.

Just like my daughter.

She walks in it daily.

And reminds me, without trying, how powerful a quiet light can be.

So if you’re still here, reading this, I want you to know something:

The world may go quiet.

People may turn away.

Storms may rise.

But love never folds.

And light never loses.

I’m still walking.

Still trusting.

Still shining.

With open hands,

Coach C