I wanted to entertain a bored grandson when I thought of the movie. The boy was intrigued because I said the football scenes were actual footage from Penn State’s games in the early 1970s.
Before long the story grabbed him. The movie, like all sports movies, wasn’t about a game as much as it was about something much larger. Character, sacrifice, love, family, and even suffering.
The movie was Something for Joey, the story of John Cappelletti’s quest to be the first Penn State football player to win the Heisman Trophy. But, as I said, it’s more than that.
The crux of the story is an internal conflict John and Joey’s parents felt. They had signed Joey up for experimental treatment for leukemia. Of course, they wanted their son to live. But he suffered.
At one point, their mother lost hope. She decided to pray for Joey to die “because if Joey has to die, I’m going to ask God to let him die now so he won’t suffer anymore.”
But Joey didn’t die. Joey’s journey through illness continued. It had ups and downs. But every time John had a game, Joey was up. Their mother encouraged John to devote himself to playing well because it meant so much to Joey.
In his Heisman Trophy acceptance speech, John gave his trophy to Joey since “it’s more his than it is mine because he’s always been such an inspiration to me.”
It seemed like the film had reached its highest point. But when the actor portraying Archbishop Fulton Sheen stepped forward to give the benediction, it went higher yet. Sheen did something I’ve never heard of anyone else in his position ever doing. Instead of praying, he made a brief statement that is probably more memorable than a prayer would have been.
He told the audience that perhaps for the first time in their lives they had “heard a speech from the heart rather than from the lips.
“You have heard that triumph is made from sorrow. That John was made in part by Joseph.
“I was supposed to pronounce the blessing at this point, but you do not need a blessing tonight. God has blessed you in the person of John Cappelletti.”
I love this story partly because I remember it unfolding. I remember the hubbub when Cappelletti won the Heisman. I remember the news coverage the day after he gave his acceptance speech. A speech that brought a roomful of celebrities and big league athletes to tears. I remember the radio relaying Sheen’s statement.
And later I remember hearing that Joey had died.
His young life and his suffering had not been meaningless. He had blessed his family. And through his suffering, he helped shape their love and their souls.
And through his brother’s success, the story of a 13-year-old boy lives on to touch thirteen-year-old boys today.
When he left my house that afternoon, my grandson hugged me a bit harder than usual.
And so a story from 40 years ago lives on to shape hearts and souls today.
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0 Replies to “Purpose–and Inspiration–in Pain”
Thanks again Nancy for the reminder that we all share a God created humanity binding us together through tragedies and triumphs. Cappelletti’s on field achievements were such that any young boy would want to identify with him by reenacting his touchdowns in neighborhood games. At the same time, parents would identify with John and Joey’s parents praying their tragedy would be something not shared. There may have been people who knew nothing about Joey until John’s remarkable Heisman acceptance speech. With eyes opened by the harsh reality of human suffering a renewed awareness of man’s physical weakness was revealed by an older brother’s accomplishment inspired by a younger brother’s suffering and courage. Thanks again Nancy.
What a beautiful and inspiring story.