I know this is not important to anyone, so if you have anything "cute" to say just please keep it to yourself.
Two years ago this coming weekend was the last time I saw my father healthy. He sat next to me at the Evansville Semi-State watching the very best the state has to offer battle it out.
Two days later, he was in the ICU of Deaconess Gateway Hospital, and fighting for his life. Not explanation, not reasons why. His hearth and breathing stopped twice, but he kept coming back to the amazement of his doctors. He refused to quit
This started 17 months of watching a mild mannered, honest, and God Fearing, man slowly slip away, one day at a time. I can't count how many weeks were spent in the hospital during that time. Or how many times his heart stop, and started again with explination. He just clawed his way back with a fight and determination that defied all belief. The most unbelievable thing is he never complained once. Dialysis, surgery after surgery, no answers to any questions, he just pressed ahead with his life.
On 28 July 2011, while he slept, his struggles ended. He was in his home, asleep, and peacefully left on his terms.
I share this with you because he was a wrestling fan from the time of my first match. He never fully understood the science of the sport, he never set foot on a mat, but his heart and determination he showed in his fight showed the characteristics of a champion. As a teacher of 34 years, he appreciated what our sport taught not only his son and his son-in-law, but all the kids he would go and watch wrestle long after we had graduated.
So this weekend, as you watch the incredible efforts of the kids, know that the lessons these young people are learning are lessons worth learning, and that heart and determination are the product of character.