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This month, our featured story comes from Melissa.

It's a heartbreaker with a lesson to be learned.

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After many years, my nowadays is tennis partner Mike and I made it to the City Finals.

It was a cold winter day in the mid-30s.

As Mike and I approached the tennis court, we could see our opponents, and we were pleasantly

surprised because we had actually beaten them before.

So we were very excited to play them again.

We barely lost the first set, and we were down in the second set.

But we got our game on.

I remember seeing Mike's fluffy white hair blowing in the wind, and I thought, "This

is a one-singular lifetime chance, so let's go for it."

We were down 5-4, and came back and tied the game 5-5.

I remember high-fiving Mike as I walk across the court, but we both fell to switch our

score.

He was our opponent, and he won his serve.

And the next day I knew our opponents were running across the court saying, "We won, we won!"

And my friend, my dear friend, Mike shook their hands, said, "Good job!"

And I'm like, "What?

What the heck?"

I said, "We tied them at 5-5, but they walked off the court.

I could hear my husband in the background through the blistering wind yelling, "No!"

He had watched the entire match in the cold, and he's an A player, and those A players are

very competitive, and he could see everything happening from afar.

Unfortunately, once you walk off the court, that's it.

Our opponents didn't just walk off.

They sprinted off.

My dear friend, Mike, and I never made it again to a city final.

But one day, I would love to make it again in honor of him.

He will be watching me from heaven, and I will change this court.

Thank you for watching.

Bye.

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