Father's Eyes

FATHER'S EYES

Bob Richards, the former pole-vault champion, shares a moving
story about a skinny young boy who loved football with all his heart.
Practice after practice, he eagerly gave everything he had. But being
half the size of the other boys, he got absolutely nowhere. At all the
games, this hopeful athlete sat on the bench and hardly ever played.
This teenager lived alone with his father, and the two of them
had a very special relationship. Even though the son was always on the
bench, his father was always in the stands cheering. He never missed a
game.
This young man was still the smallest of the class when he
entered high school. But his father continued to encourage him but also
made it very clear that he did not have to play football if he didn't
want to. But the young man loved football and decided to hang in there.
He was determined to try his best at every practice, and perhaps he'd
get to play when he became a senior. All through high school he never
missed a practice nor a game but remained a bench warmer all four years.
His faithful father was always in the stands, always with words of
encouragement for him.
When the young man went to college, he decided to try out for
the football team as a "walk-on". Everyone was sure he could never make
the cut, but he did. The coach admitted that he kept him on the roster
because he always puts his heart and soul in every practice, and at the
same time, provided the other members with the spirit and hustle they
badly needed. The news that he had survived the cut thrilled him so much
that he rushed to the nearest phone and called his father. His father
shared his excitement and was sent season tickets for all the college
games. This persistent young athlete never missed practice during his
four years at college, but he never got to play in the game.
It was the end of his senior football season, and as he trotted
onto the practice field shortly before the big play off game, the coach
met him with a telegram. The young man read the telegram and he became
deathly silent. Swallowing hard, he mumbled to the coach, "My father
died this morning. Is it all right if I miss practice today?"
The coach put his arm gently around his shoulder and said,
"Take the rest of the week off, son. And don't even plan to come back to
the game on Saturday.
Saturday arrived, and the game was not going well. In the
third quarter, when the team was ten points behind, a silent young man
quietly slipped into the empty locker room and put on his football gear.
As he ran onto the sidelines, the coach and his players were astounded
to see their faithful teammate back so soon. "Coach, please let me
play. I've just got to play today." said the young man. The coach
pretended not to hear him. There was no way he wanted his worst player
in this close playoff game.
But the young man persisted, and finally feeling sorry for the
kid, the coach gave in. "All right," he said. "You can go in".
Before long, the coach, the players and everyone in the stands
could not believe their eyes. This little unknown, who had never played
before was doing everything right. The opposing team could not stop him.
He ran, he passed, looked and tackled like a star. His team began to
triumph. The score was soon tied. In the closing seconds of the game,
this kid intercepted a pass and ran all the way for the winning
touchdown. The fans broke loose. His teammates hoisted him onto their
shoulders. Such cheering you never heard!
Finally, after the stands had emptied and the team had showered
and left the locker room the coach noticed that the young man was
sitting quietly in the corner all alone. The coach came to him and
said, "Kid, I can't believe it. You were fantastic! Tell me what got
into you? How did you do it?"
He looked at the coach, with tears in his eyes, and said,
"Well, you knew my dad died, but did you know that my dad was blind?'
The young man swallowed hard and forced a smile, "Dad came to all my
games, but today was the first time he could see me play, and I wanted
to show him I could do it!"
Like the athlete's father, God is always there cheering for us.
He's always reminding us to go on. He's even offering us His hand for
He knows what is best and is willing to give us what we need and not
simply what we want. God has never missed a single game.
What a joy to know that life is meaningful if lived for the
Highest. Live for HIM for He's watching us in the game of life.

-- Author Unknown

Very nice story

This really hit close to home as my son played his senior year in Oklahoma and in one of his games rushed 228 yards for a couple of touch downs .
The newspaper article read"Tailback Danny Luna rushed 228 yards and a couple of touchdowns as Commerce rolled past Quapaw 32-0 Tuesday night in a varsity football game.
Luna, a 5-7, 150 pound senior, had touchdowns of 28 yards in the first quarter and 35 yards in the fourth.
Luna got his yardage on 22 carries.
So if you see my son at one of the gathrings and he is limping it was due to his football career.
I am very proud of my son and even though I was not there and did not see him make those touch downs, I know he did it for me .

That story brings back memories for me as well, my grandfather used to take me fishing when he was not in the best of health. Even though he could not get around as easily he would take me down the road to oak lake ( private ) lake and let me fish for perch. He would sit there with a big grin on his face and laugh each time i jumped with joy after catching a perch. Those are memories and times i will never forget.

The story you posted does bring back a lot of memories and it shows me that someone is looking out for us at all times. My grandpa loved to fish and when he was not able to it still brought him joy to watch me fish, I truely believe it was a way for him to be at peace.

He knew he was loved and that he would be going to a better place where he would feel no pain and be able to have fun and keep a watchful eye over all of us.

It also hit home because this has been a tough week.

My wifes great uncle who we used to visit with quite often passed away at 83yrs of age, he had struggled with cancer for some time and he is now in a better place. He left behind his wife of 58yrs so we will make sure we visit her on a regular basis and help her out in anyway we can.

The funeral was on monday and after i got home from that funeral my dad stopped by and told me that my uncle who was battling cancer as well lost his battle that same day about 30 minutes earlier. I was not able to attend the funeral today but I did go to the memorial service last night. He was 59yrs old he was a heavy smoker for some time. He was at peace and is now in a better place.

It has just been a tough week and that story touched me simply because it did touch on faith and how you should cherish every moment and be strong.

That was a great post Gentleben it really puts things in perspective.

Brought tears to my eyes as I never knew a grandad to take me fishing or a son that could run a touchdown for me or fix my truck, you folks are truely blessed.