An elevator speech is something you prepare for those moments in time when you run across someone... and you have the time it takes for an elevator ride to make a last impression.
I had... and blew... one of those opportunities today when talking to SW's volleyball coach. She tried to engage... and all I could do was hurry the conversation. Now I'm kicking myself. I wish I can travel back in time to talk about SW's growth... his strengths... his desires. And plant the seed on how he can be her future setter or libero. Ugh... so dumb of me. Dumb dumb dummy.
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