Doctor Coach and Her Players

Dr. Coach Dr. Yvonne Baxter Bentley M.B.A

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This is a story of a noble Coach who dedicated her life in developing under the leadership of many great spiritual leaders, professional Principal, Educators and Coaches to assist her players in becoming healthy, highly education & wealth individual of the body, mind and soul. In this book, Doctor Coach is a Physical Education teacher and a High School Coach who wen the extra mile to support her student athletes. She became a mother away from home for many of her students who came from poverty environment. She tell the story of how she assisted her student athletes in using their gifting as an athlete to enhance their quality of like. Many of her student athletes tributed over their difficulties and become doctors, five-fold ministers, teachers, pharmacist, coaches and productive professional people in live. Dr. Coach gave her life to serving her students and searching for the best possible life and education achievable for a student athlete. She was a loving coach, unselfish and gave her students unconditional love regardless of race, creed or sex.

Sujets

• Sport
• Autour du sport
• Histoire du sport
• Educators
• Biography
• Autobiography

Informations

• Publié par: Xlibris US
• Date de parution: 21 avril 2010
• Nombre de lectures: 0
• EAN13: 9781450077583
• Langue: English
• Poids de l'ouvrage: 1 Mo

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DOCTOR COACH AND HER PLAYERS
 
 
 
 
 
Dr. Coach, Dr. Yvonne Baxter Bentley, M.b.a.
 
Copyright © 2010 by Dr. Coach, Dr. Yvonne Baxter Bentley, M.B.A.
 
Library of Congress Control Number:
2010905001
ISBN:
Hardcover
978-1-4500-7757-6
 
Softcover
978-1-4500-7756-9
 
eBook
978-1-4500-7758-3
 
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Rev. date: 07/14/2023
 
 
 
 
 
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Contents
Dedication
Adrian Carrol:
Sheila Williams:
Constance Knight:
Shanna Jones:
Chris Lewis:
Shantrell Janaedizou
Documents of my most memorable moments:
Community Support:
Footprints
A Signature Page
DEDICATION
 
This book is dedicated to my professor, educators, coaches, athletic friends and, formal coaches. This is being written and documented because, so many times professional people who go the extra mile to assist in developing the lives of others are not recognized. But, I want to take the time to think my parents, siblings, teachers, coaches, professors, pastors, friends and mentors for assisting in developing me and encouraging me to become a good mother, educator, coach and community leader. It is because of your faith and belief in me that I have overcome obstacles and troubled situations in this life. I would like to talk about the power of a mentor, leader, trainer and facilitator. It is because of your unselfish determination to teach, develop, and lead others that we keep strong leadership around us. Thanks for your unselfish nature and commitment to leadership.
 
 
 
 
O NCE UPON A time there was a female athlete born of the tribe of Joseph V. Baxter and Lillian Smith. She was the eight sibling of this tribe. She was born between her brother Victor and her sister Miriam. When she was born her mothers moved from Pompano Beach, Florida to Fort Lauderdale Florida, she was the first baby to be born in Broward General Hospital, on September 18, 1963. Her brother Victor use to guard her crib and watch over her as if he was her personal body guard. He uses to cherish her smile, protect her interest and not let a fly touch her. In school Victor use to let everyone know that Yvonne was his sister and you better treat her right.
He uses to encourage her to be tough, strong and a winner. I use to wrestle and compete with him and my older sister Janice. We raced together, played ball together; between the two of them, they taught me how to be tough and gentle. It was a good thing that my sister Janice likes to sew and have boy friends. If it was up to my brother Victor he would have made me his little brother. He gave me his cloths to wear, ball to play with, he taught me how to build bicycles and how to fix them. My auntie and Godmother would bring me beautiful pink & green little dresses. I could remember wearing one and this boy at school use to sexually harass me. We didn’t call it that back then. We were just told not to touch each other and keep our hands to ourselves. He made me hate wearing dresses. I was trying to get a good education and he was trying to get something else. Boy, I hated that class. I was wondering if the teacher just didn’t mine me being so distracted in class. At that age (elementary) hormones where flying everywhere. We didn’t have sex education or many rules on sexual conduct in class. I started to make my own. Rule number one: don’t wear dresses to school, so I thought. (I may still need some inter healing as an adult for this child’s misconduct reaction to a good looking thing. I thought middle school would be better but it was so bad until Ms. Nelson the Physical education teacher had to go and call a school wide meeting in the locker room for the girls, and Mr. Peterson (the boys physical education teacher) had a conversation with the boys. Finally, they encouraged me to get a good education and become a student athlete. This is where my student athletic journey be ginned. I received my first award in the 7 th grade as the most outstanding English student. I could remember playing basketball, running track, and playing softball. My brother Victor and cousin Donna use to bet on me when I raced or played ball. They use to have me so fired up until I ran fast, played ball hard and hit home runs just to see them jump up and down and cheer me on. I had some special male friends. They use to teach me how to draw, ride motorcycles, play ball, build play houses, kiss and watch out for guys who would fight me or play on me with other girls. My favorite friends were males. I could remember my friend Joe King; when I got into the 10 th grade he and I had English together. Why did they do that? Joe was such a gentleman. He uses to walk me to class, talk to me about writing music and poetry. He was so perfect. So, perfect that I tried to look out for my little sister and set her up with a special guy. The guys who liked her were always gangster. I wanted to make sure that she didn’t get messed up. Man, what was I thinking? Joe felt in love with my little sister Lisa. Still had me as a friend, we went to his house and met his entire family. His family was special. His mother took us in like daughters. Boy, did he have some good looking older brothers. I hung out with them so much. We dreamed of great things together. I was their personal counselor and advisor. I was dating Curtis at the time. We went together and broke up so many times. I could remember one time when my friend Roosewell would come over and take me for motorcycle rides. One time Curtis found out and punched him in the face during school. I will never forget when Roosewell ran to me and told me that he wanted to kill Curtis because he punched him in the face. I did speak to Curtis about Roosewell. I assured him that Roosewell and I had a special friendship. I didn’t want him as a boyfriend just as a friend. He understood, so he would have Roosewell to ride me over to his house on the motorcycle. I could remember meeting Roosewell in P.E. he wanted me to teach him how to play basketball, so I use to take the time to teach him. He said that I was the only one that cared about him. When we became adults Roosewell shared with me that his step dad use to beat him and his mother. he was having a miserable childhood. I was his comfort and didn’t even know it until I was grown. Back to Joe and his nephew. Joe introduced me to his nephew Sonny. Sonny and I dated my senior year in high school. Sometimes we would double date. I have always liked boys. I could remember my sister Lisa and I counting the boyfriends that we had on our fingers. She had over 50 and I wasn’t finish counting on my first finger. We were, athletic, cute, fine and cautious. I have to admit; I never liked girls like I liked boys. The only thing that my girl friends and I did was play ball. If I went somewhere with them my littler or big sister were right with us. My sisters’ didn’t play that mess; especially my sister Janice. She uses to coach me when it came to relationships. Then when my big sister came home from college or the military; they would always share with me there experience about relationships. I could remember sitting in the car with my sister Norma right before Curtis was coming over to take me to the beach. My sister didn’t know that she stopped me from getting pregnant that night. Then when my sister Alma came home from Florida A & M university. She had to talk to me about the birds and the bees. My sister Celes didn’t let her friends or anyone touch me. My brother Joe just loved. I was sometimes called Joe Baxter sister. My oldest brother MacKinley wanted me to be a military girl. He was the first black sergeant, captain and chief of police here in Broward County. He wanted me to be a police officer. If it was up to him the entire family would be military people. We were his little soldiers at home. If MacKinley spoke we all jump. Yes sir, yes sir! This is why all of my teachers, coaches, and some church leaders thought that I was in the military. I was afraid to get out of order at a young age.
During my senior year, I had it made in the shade. This was the best year of my life. I had the best conversations with my father and mother. I had completed all of my credits except for English, so after English I went to work or home. When I went home; my mother and I had the best times. We use to go to my pool in the back yard and talk about me living and going to college. I had every major university trying to recruit me in sports. They had scouts to my basketball game, a.a.u leagues. I was a superstar. My father and I had a wonderful relationship. i worked right by his side; carried his tools, racked the yard, pull trees and lad bricks with him. He taught me how to cook Jamaica food, how to rake a yard, clean up outside etc. we had a family system, were dad would purchase a car and let the older sibling drive my mother to school and the younger siblings to school.They wanted me to be great but he wanted me to go away and stay away from my other siblings. He uses to alw