why I do what I do

I often ask myself that question while sitting at my computer, watching light fade from the day as I finish a funding application or prepare for a meeting. I work to promote football and life skills learning for youth who might not otherwise have the opportunity to play.

This evening I was reminded of the full force and beauty of what I hope my actions may mean for the thousands of young people. I met three young boys this evening on the beach. They had their small plastic football so we formed teams and began to play. As the sun sank lower into the horizon, we spun past each other, splashing over the waves as they swept at our feet, shoving our shoulders into each other in an effort to get the ball, giggling as we slipped and fell into the soft, sugary sand. For those moments, I felt I belonged. I was a part of something bigger than myself, and yet nothing greater than the gritty high fives after goals, the bright white smiles, and the quick feet and knowing passes. We all were a part of this sinking sun and gentle silver beach; we brought our breath, our skin, our passion and our laughter to the dusk. Though we hardly spoke the same language, we were family.

Football is so simple but the sense of place it gave me this evening reminded me of how powerful it can be. Next time I am sitting, tired at my desk, I will try to think of what this would mean for a young girl or boy in a village. I will remember my joy at learning this sport and do my best to bring that joy into what I am doing.