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He noticed rifts between friends and watched for signs of trouble at home.Before long, we were all spending most of our free time with him, running or just hanging out.His eyes were twitchy, sometimes blinking uncontrollably as if they were trying to erase some speck of dirt.

My father, an Air Force fighter pilot, was away on a remote assignment in South Korea that year. Our contact with Dad consisted of letters and weekly phone calls.

I missed my dad, and I worried he wouldn't come home.

Last month’s news that Hall of Fame swim coach Rick Curl will go to jail for molesting one of his swimmers in the 1980s is just the latest saga in a recurring tale about coaches who exploit their authority to sexually abuse young athletes. He was the coach, and he took an immediate interest in me.

I'd never run before and was so worried about keeping up that, before my first practice, I secretly ran a loop in my neighborhood just to make sure I could go a mile without stopping.

I could, and before the season was over, I would become the fastest runner on the team.

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