Malcolm is one of the people from my past that when I think of him, I just smile. He was a senior when I came transferred to Wilmington Friends School my sophomore year. I had just quit skating, but at a school like Friends you had to do a sport. I had enjoyed running, so I decided to join the track team.
I was the only girl. Yes.
And I had never run besides gym class. I didn’t know what I was good at (which turned out to be not much), I didn’t know how to jump a hurdle, or do the long jump, or practically tie my shoes.
And Malcolm taught me. I always wished I had been better, but I always thought he was proud of me each time I cleared a hurdle.