Article September 16, 2002 Issue

On the right side

By Marilyn Wickstrom

Taylor stood in the center of the gymnasium. "Oh God, please don't let me be last again," she pleaded quietly to herself.

It was time for baseball. All the girls in her class stood together in a circle as one after another was called to a team by its captain. Now she was one of only three left. She knew she wasn't good. She couldn't even get a base hit, and she could never catch a fly ball, no matter how hard she tried.

But standing there hearing the names called and wishing someone would call hers made her feel awful.

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