Brendan's Bulls

That summer and eight year old boy taught us all what a Champion really is.

  

I watched as my son grabbed his glove and took off for centerfield,his long spindly legs, that, at 10 yrs old showed a hint of the speed and grace that dads and coaches looked for in an athlete.

Of course I was the coach. I coached both my sons all through their beginning sports endeavors. We were called the " Springdale Bulls." 

Our team was 2 and 0,and we were leading in this game. But, something had caught my eye on the empty field, on the far side of the recreation center. There were dozens of fields,and on this particular day they were all empty,but a couple. I noticed this kid in a motorized wheelchair just circling around the infield.

 I also noticed a woman sitting in one of the dugouts,which I guessed was his mother. I tried to keep my mind on the game,but there was something sad about seeing this lone kid on that empty ballfield.

 

After the game I noticed the kid was still there; still going around and around and around...alone. I told Sue I would meet everyone at the pool. I just wanted to check something out. As I walked from our field towards the kid, I noticed this woman leave the dugout, and start to walk toward me. There was a determination in her stride, as if she was preparing for somekind of conflict. 

I could feel a volcano coming toward me.

 

I began smiling, because it was obvious this rather heavy set woman was mis-reading my intention.

"Hi young man." I said.

"What do you want ?" she asked, in a stern mother like voice. All of a sudden I felt I was on the defensive.

"I just wanted to say hi to your son, that is your son,right ?" Her reply was direct and to the point.

 

 "I suppose there's some rule he can't ride his wheelchair on the field."

"Do you work here ?" She asked

 

"No,Oh No, I am just a coach and saw him and wanted to come over to say hi." I saw the red in her face start to subside, and the tenseness in her body begin to ease.

"My name is,Ray." I said. "Who is this guy ? I enquired , smiling.

"This is my son, Brendan, He's 8 yrs old and has Cerebral Palsy." I knelt down by Brendan's chair.

 

 

"How fast will that thing go?" Brendan broke out in a smile,his head swinging side to side, uncontrollably.

Then I witnessed the most amazing thing. Brendan was talking to me, and I couldn't make out a word, but his mother(Colleen) translated. It was like they had developed this supernatural way of understanding. I was hypnotized by this mother/son communication. I think God chose Colleen to be Brendan's mom. An eight year old boy who could do nothing on his own, can be very stressful. I remember once, as Colleen prepaired dinner for coming guests, Brendan just relentlessly bugged her while he laid on the floor. He wouldn't stop. To my shock, she looked at him and simply said,

" Brendan, if you don't shut up so I can get all this work done, I'm going to pick you up like a dart, and throw you through the livingroom wall.

" Brendan just broke out laughing. That's all he wanted..attention. I've never seen a bond like theirs. Some would call that child abuse. I called it knowing how to handle "your" child.

 

Colleen thought I worked for the park system and was coming over to chase her son off the field. Thank God that was not the case. Brendan was Colleen's life...  Oh, I pity the person who tried to deny her son a chance at a normal life.

The only analogy I can find to describe what happened next, is hitting fast forward on the channel changer, and not being able find the stop button, or slow it down. Everything happened in fast motion. It was if I was not in control.

"How would you like to be on our team,Brendan?" I blurted out of no-where. His 8 yr old face lit up like Time Square on New Years eve. His head and arms flailed wildly with excitement.
" Now I mean with a uniform and everything." I wasn't even positive we had an extra uniform. I looked at Colleen. She had tears streaming down her cheeks. "Are you serious?" She asked. I looked at Brendan. "You'll have to obey the rules like everyone else." Again his body jumped with excitement.

"Look", I told him. You won't be able to bat, or play the way our other boys do, but you can be out on the field during warm ups."

With that, I got Colleen's number. It turned out they only lived a few blocks away.

 

Colleen walked over to me and grabbed my hand. "He's NEVER been around normal boys his age." "Can you keep him safe?" she asked. This was something I didn't even consider. He was defenseless. A line drive,a foul ball, a misthrow, any of these could hurt him seriously.

I told her I would call her. I went directly into the offices of the Springdale athletic department. I talked to Jim. He was the last word in any sports activity.

 

I explained what I wanted to do. Jim bulked. "Ray,you're putting a defenseless kid into a potential dangerous scenario." The words that came from my mouth flowed as if someone had scripted it.

"Jim,This will give my team a chance to appreciate how lucky they are, and Brendan a chance to belong to a regular team. 

 "I will assign at least three kids to watch him at all times." "Jim, this kid has "NEVER" had a chance to be a part of any sports." He's never been treated like a normal kid."

"Go see if you have a spare uniform." He said.

 After some searching around, I found one.

 "YES!!" I shouted.

The next day I called Colleen and told her I had a uniform for Brendan, and could I bring it over. I heard her shout out to Brendan.

"Ray's got your uniform. He wants to bring it over."

 

I can't find the words to explain the kind of happiness I witnessed as I watched Colleen struggle to put it on him.

Suddenly,there he was,Number 10, Brendan Mcphillips.

My boys were 9 and 10 yr old kids. They had never seen anyone liked Brendan. There was alot of curiousity, and alot of not knowing what to say. Brendan operated is chair with is chin. The first thing I did was gather them all around Brendan, who was all smiles. "Brendan,show them how fast your chair will go." With that,he was off to the outfield. "How many of you can run faster than Brendan's chair?" All hands went up.

 

"Brendan, come back here." We were all in a circle now. They were starting to get over this odd kid who rode around in a chair.

"Joey, Ryan, Jose, put your hands behind your back and stand side by side." I instructed them. I reached in the ballbag and grabbed three baseballs. Gently, I lofted a ball toward Joe's chest. Instinctually, he brought his hands around and batted it down. I did the same thing with Ryan and Jose.

"Boys,if I threw a ball to Brendan he wouldn't be able to bat it away."

Brendan is your teammate. I will assign three of you throughout the game to protect him, "Understand ?" They all agreed. "I'm serious,boys, Brendan depends on you."

 

 "Brendan, go out to centerfield with Joe." " Let's go boys."

During practice I saw how the boys got used to having him there. I think they also understood how hard it had to be for him to not run and throw, and play the way they did. Our team's name was "The Springdale Bulls" and we were 3 wins and no losses. At the end of practice I gathered them all around.

 

 

 

"Boys,You know what I think would be really cool ?" "Brendan will never be able to actually play,but we could make him feel like a real part of this team."

 

"Whadda ya say we change our name to "Brendan's Bulls ?" There was a loud cheer, and it was decided from then on, we were "Brendan's Bulls."

Colleen and Sue made a huge banner that we always hung from the dugout fence. We won our next 6 games. One more game and we had an undefeated season. I admit there was some close calls, but mostly the boys took their job of protecting Brendan seriously. We would hang the ball bag from Brendans chair. Boys would lay their bats on his lap, anything to make him feel he belonged.

 

One day a news station van appeared in the parking lot. It was there to film a new addition the rec had built. But,casually the news reporter wandered over to where we were practicing. He saw Brendan and it piqued his interest. He also called his crew over. After Colleen explained the series of events which led up to Brendan's being on the team, the reporter asked  "Would you mind if we did a segment on your team ?

 

"Now ? I asked. "Yes,we'd like to interview some of the boys, the mother, and the coach."

 

Colleen tried to focus on me, and  I tried to focus on what the boys did. The boys were so excited about being on TV. It was wild. The climax of the segment was Brendan being at homeplate, someone hit the ball for him, and he was off!!! He had his chair cranked up and he was going for an inside the park home run. He scared us all a couple times when his chair hit the bag and went up on 2 wheels. The boys were laughing and acting foolishly dramatic.

But, they knew what the camera wanted. Brendan rounded 3rd, headed for home. The boys muffed the ball perfectly until Brendan neared homeplate. The boys were screaming for him, Brendan's face filled with pure happiness. Of course, Brendan's wheel touched homeplate, as Ryan awkwardly tried to reach out and tag him. The news reporter, who was really caught up in the staged insanity, shouted "SAFE"!!!

 

Some summers are precious for many reasons. Brendan's Bulls won their last game. We went undefeated. We were Champions, but not because we didn't lose a game. We were Champions because a lonely eight year old boy, who would never run, throw, or play, was accepted as normal, for the first time in his life. 

He was number 10 sitting in that chair, but he was number ONE that summer.

Reviews

[Robert Luna]

This nearly brought me to tears. You are such a damn good example of what a human being should be like. I am once again reminded of how grateful I am to have you as a friend. This story was heart warming and so moving. I moved around alot as a kid and I always had to go through that stage of being the new kid no one wanted to talk to. So i can relate on a very small level to how this made Brendan feel to be accept like this. You did a great thing by doing that Ray and I am sure it effected him forever after that, just to know there are people out there like you that are willing to be there for them.


Loved This!!!!!

[Marie]

This makes me want to cry. If only more people were like this. Thank you for sharing and asking me to read it. You misspelled a couple words, but it doesn't ruin the story. Great job.

[SM Davis]

RAIN!!! HERE I AM TAKING A BREAK FROM WRITING THE NEWSLETTER FOR THE CLINIC and you've moved me to beyond tears...i'm fricking sniveling with a papertowel in my hand!!!!! i don't have any other words to say except that you are wonderfu!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[Gary H]

thats a real tearjerker of a story. such a lovely write with everything built so perfectly around a wonderful 8 year old. everyone should have the right to be equal and for this to be offered to him I just thought what a fantastic and understanding person you must be. I hope this affects all the readers as much as it has me and hope you can find a wider audience to read this. fantastic.

[ah]

this is great, this is such a heartwarming story, there are 2 things i would like to point out though... We would hang the ball bagfrom Brendans chair. just a typo and the other thing is and im not sure if u want to do it or not but if u want to be 100% correct on ur structure of this writing, but when u have somebody else talk with quotes u start a new paragraph, but with this writing im not sure if thats important.... great write, thanx for posting

[Carole]

Okay, you did it Rain. You brought me to tears, no nearly about it, like Robert. Rain, this story is one of the BEST inspirational stories I have EVER read. I am still learning all of this stuff, but there's got to be a perfect outlet for this. I am thinking Guideposts. (You'd have to take out the part about working on believing in God-since the audience is believers, but I think this is your best yet, Rain!) I am rather speechless right now.
I don't know what to say. I am going to save this and pray it doesn't get lost like the favorites recently... You are a man with a heart. A big heart. You saw the possibilities in an 8-year-old in a wheel chair. I cannot imagine the joy you brought to Brendan's world, Ray--not to mention his mom. Hats off to you, my friend...Hats off to YOU.

[Nick Erickson]

Rain, I don't run around crying - captains don't cry - but after reading this piece I had to wipe a little moisture from around my eye. Maybe I had something in it, I don't know.
This is an excellent example of what even a tiny bit of compassion can achieve. Brendan was just one of the boys that summer, no matter his limitations, he was there with the boys, playing baseball. I'm sure the boys never thought about it at the time, at least didn't think past being on the news, but that one act of kindness definately touched their lives forever.
There will be one moment in their lives where that will pop into their mind and they will extend their hand of friendship and show a little compassion brightening another life - if even for a moment.
WELL DONE!!!

[poddar kushal]

it is more than a tearjerker. i think at last you are finding the language of your own...please donot loose it.

[Kelly Scheppers]

Your stories are simply incomparable! I may offend some by saying that, but there's really nothing more to say!


My best,
Kelly

[J. Hampton]

Ray ....

A tearjerker to be sure... Well depicted visuals...you put us right there .

YOU are so full of Godliness and you don't even know it. You are an agent of change and that person who will swim upstream for as long as it takes...to plant a seed of righteousness. An absolute privelege to be called your "friend" .....no matter what number I rank in...even if it is only internet.

Luv ya
xo
Blessssssssssssssss

[PoemRodent]

Very well penned Bro nice read when I needed a lift, thanks for sharing it.

Love and Thoughts,

Dostani