MY First Touchdown

I was nine years old when I ran seven yards for my first touchdown playing pop warner football in Plainfield, NJ. I remember the name of our team was the Plainfield Blue Devils, which my mother never really liked. I remember the excitement I felt having my teammates jumping on me as we celebrated our score, but there was something that I remember more than anything else. More than the bright gold and blue colors of our uniforms. I don’t remember if the weather was sunny, cloudy, warm, or cold. I don’t remember if I was hit by two, three, four, or more members of the opposing team. I don’t remember if I spiked the ball or did a little dance in the end-zone. The one thing that I do remember above everything is the fact that my father was standing on the sideline and that I could see him and he could see me. I remember hearing him shout out, “That’s my boy!” I don’t remember the final score of the game, but the memory of my father being present will forever be etched in my heart and mind.

 

Dr. John W. Hatcher

Author of “God Is Looking For A Mature Man: Where Are You Man?

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One Comment

  1. That is a great story! It brought back a lot of childhood memories and prompted me to send my dad a quick thank you message in the middle of the night. I pray all is well with you and your family.
    Peace and Blessings
    Proud teammate James Dewitt Johnson Jr

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