Before I went off to college, my high school volleyball coach asked me to help him with try outs. A few days of drills and playing went by, and he told me, OK, I have two slots left and four girls. You pick. One of the girls was my best friend's sister.

Two of the girls had better skills but were hot heads, while the other two had great attitudes, including my friend's sister, but let's just say they were a bit less gifted. After struggling, at 18 I picked skill over personality and my feelings about my friend's sister.

I learned two things about myself from this experience. One, I could make an objective decision despite having grown up with one of the players, and, two, I didn't know anything.