A Great Story

I met a lady the other day who told a story.
She was a stand out basketball player in High School, and also in college. While in college or shortly thereafter she took on the roll of head basketball coach for a poor, predominantly black, school in the South. The school couldn't afford to hire a bus driver so she got her CDL and drove the bus as well as coaching.
One day she was driving her kids to a game.
The Klan was holding a rally in the town, and they had to drive past this Klan Rally, escorted by a state trooper to make sure they didn't get killed.
At the game the referee was bent on making sure that the black girls didn't beat the white girls in this town. Every time a black girl touched the ball he called a foul.
Her girls were down by ten when the ref made a particulary bad call.
In disgust, the coach walked onto the floor, removed her glasses, and said:
"These might help, their color blind."
She was kicked out, and as the only coach her team was left absolutely alone with the ref, the opposing team, coaches, and fans.
She could only see a glimpse of the scoreboard, but through a window she saw the point total begin to slowly rise.
Her girls won.
The doors bust open, and her girls tackled her in a giant celebratory hug.
"Nobody has believed in us like that before...Thank you."
I thought it was a good story.