Today’s story as we count down to Thanksgiving is about football. What would fall or Thanksgiving Day be without it? I have a love/hate relationship with the sport. I appreciate the strategy and infinite ways the game can go, but I don’t like the injuries involved. Son #3, in the photo above at our weekly homeschool co-op, got 4 concussions from playing it. He’s all recovered and serving a mission for The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. I’m so thankful for his healing. Anyway, despite my dislike for the pain and permanent damage the game can create, I love the way football can bring people together, at least when they are rooting for the same team, LOL!
When we lived in Layton, Utah, it was a tradition for my oldest son’s friend to organize a football game with as many boys and men he could round up the morning of Thanksgiving Day. They had a ton of fun! Today’s story involves a football game on a Thanksgiving morning that changed a young man’s life. He enjoyed a football game without cursings, anger, or fighting. Then he learned why, and that changed his whole life! You can read it here.