Blindsided by Faith

As I backed up from the center I realized that I was inback at him, "Hook 'em Horns," and told him he'd feel
trouble. Nothing but burnt orange Texas Longhornsbetter as soon as they gave him some pain meds.
jerseys in sight. I pumped the ball, got ready to let it flyThen they fitted me with a contraption that kept my
and the first guy hit me, low, from the side, right on myknee from extending.
knee. I felt the knee give, heard it pop and I hit theIt wasn't long before we were both a little hazy and
ground. With two players on top of me, it tooktalking up a storm. "My name's Jeff." I said. He
everything I could muster to holler, "My knee, get offresponded, "Mine's Dave."
me, my knee is out!""Good to meet ya, Longhorn."
It seemed as if they took their sweet time getting offBy the end of the night, both of us were released with
of me; the refs calling the team doc over to assessinstructions to our parents about rehab schedules. We
my leg took forever. Fortunately, the doc was surefound ourselves in the physical therapy lab at the
that the leg wasn't broken, but my knee was toast. Assame time every other day. While I worked on
they helped me hop off the field, using one leg, theexercising my knee, I shared with Dave about my
player that hit me apologized as he ran back to hisChristian walk. Dave initially laughed at me, praying
huddle, "Sorry, man, hope you're ok."before I began my workouts. But when he realized
This was my senior year, I was being scouted by thehow quickly my knee was growing stronger, he asked
pros - the scouts were here tonight and I get hurt.me to pray for him too before starting his shoulder
Could things get any worse? I laid there, with mysessions.
helmet sitting on my chest and the ice pack on myIt only took three weeks for both of us to be back in
knee, being driven from the field like a big baby. Once Ishape to get the 'go-ahead' to return to practice.
reached the locker room, the docs evaluated my knee,I took my place in practice, reaching for the ball from
gave me something for pain and then they loaded methe center, feeling more alive than I could remember.
into the ambulance. Riding to the hospital, I felt tearsSharing my faith with Dave strengthened my resolve in
welling up in my eyes so I turned away from the EMTliving for Christ. But the second stringer, Will, was not
that sat at my side. I had the opportunity to get aquite as happy that I was back on the field.
scholarship and now that's gone. I had hoped that myIt was later in the season that I got Dave's call, "Hey
future could be built around my football abilities. I wasRed Raider, whazzup?"
so careful to avoid the gangs and drugs and to limit"Whatcha know, Longhorn?"
my friends to those that were good influences."Jeff, I decided to read up on what you have been
Grandpa's favorite line was "Birds of feather flocktelling me about - and, well... I'm going to be baptized this
together." I knew exactly what he meant and tried toSunday, would you come?"
make the right decisions. What good was that now?"Dave, that's great, absolutely I'll be there!"
The docs checked me out and told me there was noAs it turned out, I gave up my football dreams and
ACL damage, but that they needed to immobilize mywent on to become a pastor. Later on, I officiated
knee for a few days, then they would look at it again.Dave's marriage. The second-string quarterback, Will?
Next thing I knew, right next to me, in the next bed,He went on to play for the Broncos and was in a
was a UT player, the one that blindsided me. He wassmall group study with me every other week.
in a lot of pain with a shoulder separation. He lookedMy witness stood stronger than I ever knew.
over at me and said, "Guns Up, huh Raider?" I smiledI was drafted by the right team after all.