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Monty remembers that it had happened two years ago when his brother Donny
was in grade twelve, in hands acceptance letters from colleges who loved Donny. Well,
Donny’s football. His feet were pounding on the football field during the last run of the
game, and the crowd’s screaming blended together in one single gritty sound. That sound
drowned out Donny’s own scream, when under blue skies and the shining sun and the
“truly blessed Donny with wonderful weather for the last game of the season” God stole
his life.
Donny has remarkable hearing now that he’s blind. He listens to the football
games and tries to remember how it felt to have his feet on the mud of the field once
more, how the skin of the football felt on his hands. Most of all, he tries to recall to
himself the image of the shining uprights and how they came closer and larger to his
outstretched hand as he ran.