I’m going to let you into a small section of my life. It means I won’t be completely anonymous anymore but hey this chick deserves the kudos and I’m going to give it to her.
You see that chick there, in the orange shirt, settling the ball, getting ready to assist in one of the greatest goals I’ve ever seen (and yes it’s because she assisted in it), that’s my daughter. On this blog we call her Smarts. And yes she is a foot smaller than every other child that is pretty much the same age as her on that field. She’s AWESOME. This was during the spring season and her team went Undefeated the whole season. That right there is a Hokie, pride and true, completely at heart. She assisted many goals through the season, she played every position with her whole heart, except goalie. Not yet and most likely never since most people can kick the ball higher than she could reach, plus my chicky is scared she’ll be hit in the face so I’m not pushing her on it.
Seriously, this kid is awesome. She puts her heart and soul into everything, EVERYTHING. Okay except cleaning her room, that never happens. BUT I can take that with a grain of salt since she literally lives from her soul, she lives and understands life. I want to be her when I grow up, I want to love life like she does.
I’m willing to bet that not too many of you know who Garrett is and quite honestly all I know about him is that he was the son of the coach of my favorite NFL football team, the Philadelphia Eagles. His Dad Andy Reid humbled me with how he handled the press, how he handled his son’s death, how he’s still able to coach because “that’s what Garrett would want him to do.”
It just seems to me that addiction is so wide-spread and it touches the worlds of so many people but yet no funding is going into trying to find more help for people who suffer from this illness. Why are we not trying to find a cure for addiction?
I wanted to do a bigger blog post for Garrett but my heart just hasn’t been in it. I’m sick of addiction, of alcoholism. I’m just sick of it. He died of opiate abuse, he died alone, he died spoiled, he died and quite frankly we’ll all forget Garrett Reid. However his Dad won’t, his Dad will always smile or cry when he thinks of his son. His Dad will always think of his son as the greatest, he’ll always remember him not in pain.
The best thing is, Garrett’s not in pain anymore; he’s at peace.