Once in a city, there was 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 to 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 a game.
It was the end of his senior  football season, and as he trotted onto the practice field shortly  before the big playoff 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 is 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, blocked, 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 this 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!".
 
 

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