tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8791541192155290400.post8418171269447099550..comments2023-10-21T02:55:26.638-07:00Comments on The Bowels Of Victory: Flying on the Wings of an Angel - The 2005-2006 Finney Falcons State Championship run from my perspectivejoeyd5641http://www.blogger.com/profile/14137916613883115768noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8791541192155290400.post-69813161037155622132010-05-17T20:09:35.455-07:002010-05-17T20:09:35.455-07:00thank you rosemarie for the age clarification.thank you rosemarie for the age clarification.joeyd5641https://www.blogger.com/profile/14137916613883115768noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8791541192155290400.post-75720390826959759822010-05-16T22:02:46.602-07:002010-05-16T22:02:46.602-07:00As Alex's host mother, I have tears in my eyes...As Alex's host mother, I have tears in my eyes as I read this. I hope you all know how much being on the basketball team meant to Alex. He had never been part of anything like that (school teams are unknown in Germany), and the cameraderie was a source of constant delight for him. He knew he wasn't a very talented or experienced player, but he was determined to be very determined! And when, after his death, his family came the following March, his mother kept talking about the upcoming state championship win as if it were a known fact instead of still in the future! I have to say, I felt 99% the same way, just had that little 1% tinge of being careful to remind myself, "It hasn't happened yet." And when it did - the thot that occurred to me was: "God created Alex to be an encourager. We saw that constantly in his year with us. And now, even after his death, he's still encouraging people!" Only the Lord (to whom Alex committed himself just before he died) could do something like that!<br /><br />One minor tidbit: he was a senior only as a courtesy. He was still 16 when he died. Sometimes I really wonder why the Lord didn't let him live to be 17 - or 70. I don't know the answer. I only know he's in heaven waiting for all of us when we get there, and I expect to see him laughing and saying, "Ha ha, I got here first!"Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8791541192155290400.post-75610835219208548272010-05-16T07:21:30.827-07:002010-05-16T07:21:30.827-07:00God is awesome. That was so well written, Joe.God is awesome. That was so well written, Joe.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8791541192155290400.post-24389152399247359552010-05-16T00:53:58.031-07:002010-05-16T00:53:58.031-07:00As a player on that team I can't put this stor...As a player on that team I can't put this story in better words then was done here. Even now I am in tears as I sit by myself in my room. To have had the priviledge to live with someone as selfless, passionate, and hard-working as Alex was an honor I truly believe many men go their whole lives without. I can still remember our first home game. That was when it all sank in. We were on gameday at the Falcon's Nest without our favorite Falcon. One of our best players even said he didn't want to come to school that day because it hurt so much. I was in tears as we ran out for the first time as a team. Once we honed in on the task hand we never looked back. I can only imagine the goofy dancing and yelling he did at the feet of our Father in heaven as we won States. Like Joe said, you couldn't make this story up. I'll never forget Alex or the things he taught us. We did it. Again... WE did it.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8791541192155290400.post-23077997046889331062010-05-15T22:45:08.513-07:002010-05-15T22:45:08.513-07:00Wow.Wow.Sharonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07781063825187608379noreply@blogger.com