LUCK, CIRCUMSTANCE, OR DIVINE INTERVENTION?
Hey LJers.. it's the Number One Dunner here, and I just had a thought, and I felt like sharing.
There's one thing in my life that has been constant for the majority, a game which has taught me so many lessons about life.. Judge me and call me a jock, mark strikes against me for all of your past experience, but it's a part of me that I wouldn't trade for anything else. It's intertwined into the fabric of who I am. It's a violent sport that isn't for everyone.
So, back to the subject.. I have yet to become physically injured to the point of not being able to play.. I was sitting in the lockerroom, and a friend of mine on the Offensive line came out of the training room and said, "Damn, Shane, I've never seen you hurt.. how do you play football and not ever get hurt?" This question was coming from a guy who spends the majority of his time in the training room, rehabbing minor injuries twice a day throughout the whole season.. I've only missed one practice in my entire life, and that's because I fell backwards down the stairs at my house when I was in third grade.. I went to practice that day, but the coach sent me home.. I got stitches in my scalp as a sophomore in HS, and still made it back mid-practice.. Anyhoo, as I sat there and thought about it, three things came to mind. Either I've been lucky, like the injury bug draws numbers out of a hat, and my number just hasn't been called yet. Or if it's by pure circumstance, and I just happened to have not been in the wrong place at the right time to get injured.. And finally, the only other reason I could come up with is that maybe, just maybe, some sort of divine energy has something to do with it. My mother died when I was five years old, before I started playing sports.. Do you ever wonder if someone, somewhere, is watching over you? Maybe I had an insane moment, and the thought creeped into my brain, but otherwise I can't really come up with an explanation as to why I've played such a violent game for so long, since I was eight years old, and haven't had so much as a torn ligament, broken bone, concussion, or all of the other injuries that basically come with the territory.. So maybe, just maybe, somebody's taking care of me. Who knows, I'm not in the position to affirm or deny, but whatever the reason, I'm both humbled and grateful. Thank you.
There's one thing in my life that has been constant for the majority, a game which has taught me so many lessons about life.. Judge me and call me a jock, mark strikes against me for all of your past experience, but it's a part of me that I wouldn't trade for anything else. It's intertwined into the fabric of who I am. It's a violent sport that isn't for everyone.
So, back to the subject.. I have yet to become physically injured to the point of not being able to play.. I was sitting in the lockerroom, and a friend of mine on the Offensive line came out of the training room and said, "Damn, Shane, I've never seen you hurt.. how do you play football and not ever get hurt?" This question was coming from a guy who spends the majority of his time in the training room, rehabbing minor injuries twice a day throughout the whole season.. I've only missed one practice in my entire life, and that's because I fell backwards down the stairs at my house when I was in third grade.. I went to practice that day, but the coach sent me home.. I got stitches in my scalp as a sophomore in HS, and still made it back mid-practice.. Anyhoo, as I sat there and thought about it, three things came to mind. Either I've been lucky, like the injury bug draws numbers out of a hat, and my number just hasn't been called yet. Or if it's by pure circumstance, and I just happened to have not been in the wrong place at the right time to get injured.. And finally, the only other reason I could come up with is that maybe, just maybe, some sort of divine energy has something to do with it. My mother died when I was five years old, before I started playing sports.. Do you ever wonder if someone, somewhere, is watching over you? Maybe I had an insane moment, and the thought creeped into my brain, but otherwise I can't really come up with an explanation as to why I've played such a violent game for so long, since I was eight years old, and haven't had so much as a torn ligament, broken bone, concussion, or all of the other injuries that basically come with the territory.. So maybe, just maybe, somebody's taking care of me. Who knows, I'm not in the position to affirm or deny, but whatever the reason, I'm both humbled and grateful. Thank you.