What My Track Coach Told Me To Do

My track coach was the man who saved my life. I had experienced momentary struggle and strife. I was feeling faint and my face was turning blue. This was a strange situation. I did not know what to do. He said to me, “Come over here, you! What was the last thing I told you to do? One more time you forgot to take a breath. If you forget again, it might mean your death. Open your nostrils and take some oxygen in. I wonder how a loser like you can ever win.” I replied, “Yes sir!” A fictional account. I wrote this piece a few years ago and posted it on another site after what a member of that site said about one of my entries. Somebody on Poetry Soup made me remember this one when she commented on a poem of mine.