Six games.  Six losses.  My son’s basketball team had lost their first six games.

Visualizing a win had become difficult.  Baskets were a rarity.  Games were becoming a dread.

Then came a new day.  An improbable day.  A day with a win.

Yes, they played a team of equal caliber.  A team they matched basket for basket.  As the game clock drifted away, my son even scored.

Glancing over at the team bench, I saw my son.  I also saw something new, a smile.  A smile that would sustain him through the next two losses, later that day.

Yes, they were now 1-8, but there’s something to be said about that 1.  The power of that 1.  The hope within that 1.  The promise of brighter days ahead, all within that 1.