There are 3,790 miles between Copenhagen, Denmark and Poughkeepsie, N.Y. Thousands of miles away from his home, Simon Lund Jorgensen has made the Marist Men’s Soccer team his family. Named captain as just a freshman, Simon has been at the helm of the program for three and a half years – an honor for most players to serve just one.
“This is my story. This is my testimony,” she says. “I heard the Lord say ‘you are going to do amazing things.’ And I feel like I’ve impacted people here at Marist that I wouldn’t have impacted if I wasn’t here on Earth.”
He laid unconscious on the cold, hard ice as players from both teams surrounded him, checking his breathing and watching the eyes of No. 16 roll into the back of his head.
“I really enjoy football, but I enjoy seeing how happy it makes my grandfather and seeing the look in his eyes, how he still feels young,” Anthony said.
“My goals are team-oriented,” Randy said. “If my batting average is something that I don’t like, I’m going to press myself and want to get a hit, instead of me focusing on getting on base for the team. I think when you look at stats, for me, you get self-centered.”
“I fell out of love with the game,” Parker said.
Megan made the ultimate decision to go back to the game that had been her and her father’s favorite bonding experience, but she didn’t just do it for him, but for herself as well. When he was still responsive in the hospital, he made sure to tell her that she needed to go back and do what she needed to do for herself, for her sport, and for her education.
In unison, Van Pelt and Coughlin shouted, “Knudsen!” as he lined up an off-balance three-pointer. “Boom!” they both cried out as the shot hit the back of the net with seconds remaining.