Courtesy of family
Until middle school, Zeke’s life was all about football.
I come from a football family. If you come from one too, you know what I mean. NFL games on TV, Friday nights at the high school stadium—we never missed a game. My older brother, Elijah, and I started playing when we were little.
In fact, football was my life. I never even thought about doing anything else. By the time I was in middle school, I had my whole career planned out. I wanted to play in the NFL.
Then the chest pain started.
I was in sixth grade. I was playing basketball with my younger brother Levi. We had been running hard, so I wasn’t too worried. But the pain kept getting worse.
Soon I started getting out of breath just climbing the stairs. My parents took me to the doctor. That doctor sent me to a cardiologist.
Thinking that something could be wrong with my heart was scary. What if I was really sick? What if I needed surgery?
But my biggest question was: How will this affect my plans for a football career?
I come from a football family. If you do too, you know what I mean. NFL games on TV. Friday nights at the high school stadium. We never missed a game. I started playing when I was little. My older brother did too.
Football was my life. I never thought about doing anything else. By middle school, I had my career planned out. I wanted to play in the NFL.
Then the chest pain started.
I was in sixth grade. I was playing basketball with my little brother Levi. We had been running hard, so I wasn’t too worried. But the pain got worse.
Soon I was getting out of breath just climbing the stairs. I went to see a doctor. That doctor sent me to a cardiologist.
A heart problem? That was a scary thought. What if I was really sick? What if I needed surgery?
But my biggest question was: How will this affect my football plans?
I come from a football family. If you come from one too, you understand what I mean: NFL games on TV, Friday nights at the high school stadium, never missing a game. My older brother, Elijah, and I started playing when we were little.
In fact, football was my life. I never even imagined doing anything else. By the time I was in middle school, I had my career planned out. I wanted to play in the NFL.
Then, in sixth grade, I began having chest pains.
I had been running hard, playing basketball with my younger brother Levi, so I wasn’t especially concerned—but the pain got worse.
Before long, I started getting out of breath just climbing the stairs. My parents took me to one doctor, who in turn sent me to another—a cardiologist.
The possibility that something could be wrong with my heart was frightening. What if I had a serious illness or needed surgery?
Most of all, I worried about how my plans for a football career might be affected.