Later in the day, right before their finals, the boys and profes/coaches invited me into their prayer circle as they prepared for the game. After their prayer the profe gave a talk about God's will and sportsmanship, and then when he closed it, he singled me out and told me that they, as a team, wanted to give me the trophy if they were to win the game because they feel like I am always with them and supporting them. I got nervous and blushed, and the feeling of fulfillment was overflowing. The boys went on to lose the final game 2-0 and I was expecting to see them all come off the field depressed and angry, but instead they were still smiling and laughing. I asked one what happened and he said, "you know, sometimes you win and sometimes you lose. If someone wins, someone also is going to lose. Today that was us, its okay".
While they were changing back into their normal clothes, the coach came over to me and said, I know its not first place, but we still want you to have our trophy. I could have cried with joy, not for the trophy, but rather for the reminder that there is still so much good left in humanity, you just have to be willing to look for it. As we were driving in the back of the pick up truck with all the boys, I couldn't help but think this is it, this is life. And I feel so alive.