| Table
of Contents |
CHAPTER
1
A Butterfly and the Texas Tornado |
19 |
CHAPTER
2
What We Can Learn From a Small College Coach |
27 |
CHAPTER
3
Be Courageous and Contagious |
45 |
CHAPTER
4
Building a Better House |
67 |
CHAPTER
5
Action Heroes |
83 |
CHAPTER
6
15-and-3 Leadership |
101 |
CHAPTER
7
Teaching Others to Teach |
143 |
CHAPTER
8
Mistakes and the Four F Words |
155 |
CHAPTER
9
Recipe for Revolution |
163
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EPILOGUE
A Celebration of Life |
175 |
EPILOGUE
II
Dr. Charles Sydnor Remembers |
205 |
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It
is my sincere hope this book explains who and what Fred Selfe is
and what he can be to our world. You did not have to know Fred Selfe,
or of Emory and Henry College, to understand what his passing means
to our entire culture: the loss of a good man, caring father, mentoring
coach, guiding teacher; the loss of a true hero—one fewer
of a quickly disappearing breed. It is my wish you find here the
tools you need to become one of those real next-door heroes.
I also want to explain, if you did not attend Emory and Henry, it
is not like your school. It is not the University of Virginia, Notre
Dame, Duke or Michigan. It is not Rice, Tulane, Brown or Harvard.
It is not Washington and Lee, Wake Forest, or Colby. Emory and Henry
is a unique, small, beautiful, rural college where supernatural
roots run deep into the ancient Appalachians anchoring it to the
place it is built.
Those who go there share those roots—they grow in us, entangling
us with the campus, its history and each other. They draw us back
when the leaves of the hardwoods change to honey, fire and cumquat
and sunlight passes through them like antique amber. The smells
of mown grass, buttermilk fried chicken and Kentucky Bourbon drift
along on the crisp midday air. Cedar-stored wools, charcoal-colored
flannels and worn earthen corduroy fold into the quilted backdrop
of bright navy and golden flags shimmering in a pale washed sky.
They remind us it is time for football and we are called to join
our family at the great reunion.
Football
season, the glorious autumn of the mountain empire of Southwestern
Virginia, is the best time to learn this story; a time when bright
colors envelope us and God’s hand sweeps across the newly
upturned fields bringing change to the world. A bold time is the
best time to learn of Fred Selfe. He was the uncle in the Emory
and Henry family—to some a father. His commanding presence
on the football field and around campus, as he strode along in blue
shorts and gray t-shirts, reassured us the college and its strength—of
which we are a product—marched forward. He stood heads above
others as the vintage–some might say old-fashioned—example
of the solid, unwavering moral value of the institution. He was
the things we need to be. If that is old fashioned, I say we need
to slow down and find it again.
Enjoy
this book and may you find in the life of Fred Selfe the lessons
and tools you need to change your life and the world around you.
Dale McGlothlin
Greensboro, North Carolina
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