Finding Freddie Mitchell

It was the 2003 NFC Playoffs. The Philadelphia Eagles were facing 4th and 26 and an impossible chance to win. The game was all but over. The play came in, like any team has a play for 4th and 26, and Donovan McNabb broke the huddle. He drops back, has time, and surveys the field. There, streaking up the field is Freddie Mitchell. McNabb fires, and, you’ve got to be kidding me. He makes the catch for 28 yards and a first down. The Eagles go on to win and get a shining moment in the history books.

Why do I tell you this story? Because guys and gals, I feel sometimes lately like my life is at a 4th and 26 moment. I can’t explain exactly what that means except to refer back to the story. It’s been a tough year and a half for yours truly. I’m looking up field, trying to find my Freddie Mitchell, trying to find something I feel like I’ve lost. Two jobs by the way side has been tough, but it seems like there is more. And I hate to even talk about it because I don’t like pity parties. I always put up this tough exterior like things are ok and that if they aren’t, they will be soon. But inside, my faith is taking a beating and all I want to do is close the door, turn of the lights, and try to sleep it away.

My family has been awesome, and so have my friends. Evette is as supportive as ever and the kids do wonders for the aching soul. Playing disc golf often and just hanging out with Ern, Clint, Ima, Hoosh, Adam, and the lot has been very good for me. So all is not lost and there is hope. I just wish I could get out of this funk, for lack of a better word.

So, I’m not some weirdo that you all have to walk carefully around. I just wanted you all to know how I’m feeling and thank you for all you do to help.