When I was a young girl, Mr. Eddie Kennedy was my tennis coach. He always made me feel special and helped me develop the confidence I needed to eventually compete in the Mid-Atlantic Lawn Tennis Association and to lead my high school tennis team. One day, Mr. Kennedy was chatting after a match with some of his friends. I approached to greet him and he introduced me to his buddies as his Protégé. I had no idea what that meant, and when I asked him, he said it meant I was his special student.
Im not sure how special I was because Mr. Kennedy taught hundreds of Washington, DC, area kids to play tennis. I was just one of them. Even though I was one of many, Mr. Kennedys use of the term, Protégé to refer to me made me feel like I was the only student that mattered. It just sounds so fancy and all. Mr. Kennedy cheered every passing shot I made, and he lifted my spirits when my best efforts only resulted in balls going into the net. Mr. Ken