My team (blue) getting the job done.
My team (blue) getting the job done.

I love this story. And not just because my talented friend Matt took the pictures. I love that sports – soccer specifically – changed these folks’ lives.

When you don’t have a village around you, a team can be that for you. You have to communicate and work together. You might get annoyed with one another, but at the end of the day, you’re on the same team. You’ve got one another’s backs – or knees or eyes or whatever happens to need care that week.

When I moved to New York, I busied myself with classes, both academic and fitness in hopes of making friends. But people don’t talk in classes. I firmly believe gadgets made us all incapable of human interaction.

See how the action is on the other end of the field? That means we're doing it right.
See how the action is on the other end of the field? That means we’re doing it right.

But not at soccer. At soccer, phones are in our bags on the sidelines. On the field, it’s just us 3-D humans. We are all there to give it our own. We work hard because we don’t want to let our teammates down. We push each other. We tell each other what we see. We offer encouragement. And once a teammate even held a towel up to my bloody face. How’s that for support?

We all need to feel a part of something. And it’s nice to have a group of people who depend on you. It doesn’t take special equipment. Just your own dedication. The playing field is literally and figuratively leveled. I’m glad the people in this article found that.

Published by Candace

I’m a journalist, nutritionist, doting auntie, one-time bobsledder, and wannabe health nut (who loves chocolate and pizza too much to fully commit). I don't want you to think my life is perfect. It's not.

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