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Recently my son, Kenton, who is usually immune to the opinions of others, lost it. He made a couple errors and a particularly outspoken teammate felt compelled to voice his disappointment. From the bleachers, I watched Kenton’s face contort as he tried to hold it together and tears streamed down his face. After what seemed like a lifetime, the inning finally ended and he headed for the dugout. I resisted my urge to rush over and comfort my son, reminding myself that he has a coach who is in charge of this situation. I was truly touched when a teammate sidled up to Kenton, put an arm around his shoulder and told him it was okay and not to worry about it. Kenton was right as rain from that point on.