I met a little warrior on Friday. Young in years, but seasoned in his fight against cancer. He’s part of a team I’m working with to create a public service announcement between Johns Hopkins and DC United, the pro soccer team here in the District. They’ve come together to create a program called “Red Card Cancer.”
Looking at this little guy with his big brown eyes and a smile that could melt your heart, no one could tell he has cancer. He looks like a happy, healthy preteen. He’s got a personality to match too. He had me at “hello.” His dad was with him and you could feel their strong connection. Father and son, great buddies, and something even more special…they are in this fight together.
The soccer players signed a ball for this little warrior and they even signed the jersey he was wearing. There were smiles all around. But I just couldn’t stop thinking about what this little man has already gone through in his young life. Strong, serious treatments, scary times in the hospital, big machines and IV poles that make grown men weak.
He’s just a boy.