Door.
It doesn't look like much - just an ordinary door.
A bedroom door.
With a hole.
This is Son #2's bedroom door.
We haven't replaced it or fixed - some day we will.
But for now the hole is a reminder.
It reminds us of his passion.
A child who is not aggressive.
Who does not anger quickly.
A child who loves life.
A boy who loves soccer.
He had dreams and goals.
He aspired to play soccer in college.
That dream seemed to come crashing down in 2007 when he fell during a soccer game & heard a pop in his knee.
He had torn his ACL.
He held his composure when the doctor confirmed the diagnosis.
Until his bedroom door got in his way when we got home.
This was the end of his junior year in high school. He was supposed to go to college soccer camps that summer. Coaches would be at spring tournaments scouting.
He would not be on those fields.
Instead, he was in a hospital 4 hours from home having his ACL repaired. His summer was spent doing rehab and working harder than he had ever worked conditioning for a season.
He was determined.
He was successful.
A door.
A hole.
A boy.
A dream lived out to his every imaginable thought.
It doesn't look like much - just an ordinary door.
A bedroom door.
With a hole.
This is Son #2's bedroom door.
We haven't replaced it or fixed - some day we will.
But for now the hole is a reminder.
It reminds us of his passion.
A child who is not aggressive.
Who does not anger quickly.
A child who loves life.
A boy who loves soccer.
He had dreams and goals.
He aspired to play soccer in college.
That dream seemed to come crashing down in 2007 when he fell during a soccer game & heard a pop in his knee.
He had torn his ACL.
He held his composure when the doctor confirmed the diagnosis.
Until his bedroom door got in his way when we got home.
This was the end of his junior year in high school. He was supposed to go to college soccer camps that summer. Coaches would be at spring tournaments scouting.
He would not be on those fields.
Instead, he was in a hospital 4 hours from home having his ACL repaired. His summer was spent doing rehab and working harder than he had ever worked conditioning for a season.
He was determined.
He was successful.
A door.
A hole.
A boy.
A dream lived out to his every imaginable thought.























