Many years ago, I traveled endlessly with my son’s youth soccer team from one tournament to another. It was a 90-degree hot and sweltering summer afternoon. The players (and fans) were exhausted from earlier games in the tournament and visibly anxious because to win this game would put an end to everyone’s frustration and doubts about whether this team was really good enough to play at this level. Today’s game was worth all the effort because for the first time we might just win and take home the trophy, a trophy the boys had watched carried away by others so many times before. I witnessed something at the end of that particularly long season of frustrating losses that changed me forever.