In granddaddy's last moments came words to live by
by Nick Eason (Contact) | 17 entries
Hello! I want to thank everyone for participating in guessing my favorite color! I had so many responses that I’m going to need a little help from my dear friend Todd Franko from the Vindy! I will announce the winner in my next blog.
One more week of training camp! My legs are begging to leave Latrobe! It was Coach Tomlin's goal to make us miserable and tired. He accomplished his goal!
Everything on my body is hurting at this point, upper and lower! As most of you may know, we had a game Friday night vs. the Eagles and we won! The defense held them to a solid 10 points. I don’t know how well we performed statistically, but we won!
The preseason really doesn’t count toward the regular season record, but no team likes to lose!
I’m really excited about the upcoming season. There is a lot of hype about our regular season opponents, but we are going to do really well. We are scheduled to play every playoff team from the previous season. But one thing you have to remember — every team is different every year. In this league, anybody can be beaten on any given Sunday.
The day after the game (Saturday), was somewhat of a "get right" day. I was able to do some extra strength and conditioning. And I was able to sit in my favorite place — which is the cold tub for 20 min. I was not on my diet tonight. I had two slices of pizza and four cookies!
I need some helpful snacking tips. Any suggestions?
I went to Wal-Mart tonight. I purchased rice cakes, slim fast shakes, a watch, and butt wipes. Gotta stay fresh! Wait, what does butt wipes have to do with my diets? I guess you can say that your diet and your butt are connected? Nevermind!
Back to football! This camp has somewhat went by really fast — one more week. This week we are traveling to Canada to play. I really don’t understand why we can’t play here in America. But you know America — we love to do business in other countries but our own!
It was great to be able to play in the stadium. I love the atmosphere. We have the best fans in the NFL! Coming out of tunnel gives me the goose bumps every time. Seeing all the terrible towels gets me crunk! (excited). It’s my goal to finish up training camp strong and continue to improve. Practice makes perfect. A team plays the way it practices. We practice well and we play well! Each practice, I strive to improve on my technique. I have to be ready, because when my chance comes, I have to perform well, and that chance might only come around once.
I have a close friend of mine who is dealing with some things.
Isn’t it tough to watch someone you care about be stressed out? I tell her all the time that you have to love yourself. God made everyone different. Love who you are. She never makes time for herself because she is so busy trying to be a people pleaser.
In the mean time, a lot of people take advantage of her kindness, and use her and don’t appreciate her. She has the "yes disease". The "yes disease" means that you tell everyone "yes I can do it".
I have been down that road before. And in the end, you become a very unhappy person because you have been living for everyone else but yourself! And you forget about those who love you the most. She lets other people manipulate her and make her do things and go places when she really doesn’t want to go.
Any advice from anyone for this friend of mine?
Distractions — don’t you hate them. A lot of NFL players deal with off-the-field distractions, and when we step on the field, we have to tune those things out and focus on football. I’m having some distractions right now in my personal life, but I refuse to let those things affect my play on the field.
Some guys in this league don’t know how to tune out those distractions, and it affects their level of play. I learn something new every week from friends, family, etc. I have come to realize people who like me for me, and the ones who like me because Im "Nick Eason from the Steelers".
When I die, I want people to remember me for who I am as a person, not what I did on the football field. I want to remembered for giving back. I want to remembered for being a respectful man! My football career will last for a short period time of my life. I don’t have the opportunity to play for 40 years. If it’s in Gods will, hopefully I will make it past 10 years!
In conclusion, I read something very interesting in the book I’m reading "God is in the tough stuff". It’s kind of how I feel sometimes. It reads "We are pressed on every side by troubles, but we are not crushed and broken. We are perplexed, but we don’t give up and quit. We are hunted down, but God never abandons us. We get knocked down, but we get up again and keep going" 2 Corinthians 4:8-9.
This verse was written by the apostle Paul. The book continues: Paul’s determination reminds us of Winston Churchill, whose most famous speech was also his shortest and most powerful. As Adolf Hitler was threatening to overrun England and Western Europe, Churchill said to a group of students. "Never give in, never, never, never, never, in nothing great or small, large or petty, never give in except to convictions of honour and good sense. Never yield to force; never yield to the apparently overwhelming might of the enemy."
Reading that brings about a story:
During my college career, my great-grandfather became very ill. He was in his early 90s He needed an operation that would help him live, but he refused to allow it to happen.
It was December, and the Clemson football team was selected to play in the Humanitarian Bowl in Boise, Idaho. The craziest part was we were scheduled to fly on Christmas Day! Christmas break came, so I was able to come home on the 19th, I think.
My grandmother and mother were both taking turns spending the night at the hospital during the period of time he was in the hospital. The late morning of Christmas Eve, my mother called me to let me know that she needed a break and wanted to get some lunch.
She asked me would I sit with "granddaddy Felt". I hate seeing people suffer, but my mom sounded really tired, so I told her I would do it.
He was in so much pain. He was moaning and groaning every five minutes. I felt so bad for him. He was hooked up to all these machines and could barely talk because he had a tube running down his throat.
He asked me to close the door and turn off the television. I looked at him in his eyes and asked him was there anything else that he needed me to do. He replied, "no son."
I sat down in the chair beside his bed. A few minutes later, he said in a very painful voice "son don’t ever ever give up."
I replied, "I wont granddaddy, I won’t.”
Shortly after that, the painful moans worsened. I felt so bad. I couldn’t help him. But my grandmother always taught me to pray. So I kneeled down right beside his bed, and I prayed. I asked God to help him. I asked him to ease the pain. Just as soon as I said Amen, I opened my eyes and I watched him take his last breath.
It seems like yesterday as I think about it. He told me to never, never, never give up.
Well granddaddy — if you’re reading my blog from above — I haven’t given up.
And I never will.
Goodnight everyone ...