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Amid the grieving, a rare act of sportsmanship

February 18, 2009 – Associated Press
The coach never considered any other option.
It didn’t matter that his DeKalb, Ill., High School basketball team had ridden a bus two and a half hours to get to Milwaukee, then waited another hour past game time to play. Didn’t matter that the game was close, or that this was a chance to beat a big city team.
Johntel Franklin scored 10 points in the game following the loss of his mother.
Something else was on Dave Rohlman’s mind when he asked for a volunteer to shoot two free throws awarded his team on a technical foul in the second quarter. His senior captain raised his hand, ready to go to the line as he had many times before.
Only this time it was different.
“You realize you’re going to miss them, don’t you?” Rohlman said.
Darius McNeal nodded his head. He understood what had to be done.
It was a Saturday night in February, and the Barbs were playing a non-conference game on the road against Milwaukee Madison. It was the third meeting between the two schools, who were developing a friendly rivalry that spanned two states.
The teams planned to get together after the game and share some pizzas and soda. But the game itself almost never took place.
Hours earlier, the mother of Milwaukee Madison senior captain Johntel Franklin died at a local hospital. Carlitha Franklin had been in remission after a five-year fight with cervical cancer, but she began to hemorrhage that morning while Johntel was taking his college ACT exam.
Her son and several of his teammates were at the hospital late that afternoon when the decision was made to turn off the life-support system. Carlitha Franklin was just 39.
“She was young and they were real close,” said Milwaukee coach Aaron Womack Jr., who was at the hospital. “He was very distraught and it happened so suddenly he didn’t have time to grieve.”
Womack was going to cancel the game, but Franklin told him he wanted the team to play. And play they did, even though the game started late and Milwaukee Madison dressed only eight players.

Early in the second quarter, Womack saw someone out of the corner of his eye. It was Franklin, who came there directly from the hospital to root his teammates on.
The Knights had possession, so Womack called a time out. His players went over and hugged their grieving teammate. Fans came out of the stands to do the same.
“We got back to playing the game and I asked if he wanted to come and sit on the bench,” Womack said during a telephone interview.
“No,” Franklin replied. “I want to play.”
There was just one problem. Since Franklin wasn’t on the pre-game roster, putting him in meant drawing a technical foul that would give DeKalb two free throws.
Though it was a tight game, Womack was willing to give up the two points. It was more important to help his senior guard and co-captain deal with his grief by playing.
Over on the other bench, though, Rohlman wasn’t so willing to take them. He told the referees to forget the technical and just let Franklin play.
“I could hear them arguing for five to seven minutes, saying, `We’re not taking it, we’re not taking it,” Womack said. “The refs told them, no, that’s the rule. You have to take them.”
That’s when Rohlman asked for volunteers, and McNeal’s hand went up.
He went alone to the free throw line, dribbled the ball a couple of times, and looked at the rim. His first attempt went about two feet, bouncing a couple of times as it rolled toward the end line. The second barely left his hand. It didn’t take long for the Milwaukee players to figure out what was going on.
They stood and turned toward the DeKalb bench and started applauding the gesture of sportsmanship. Soon, so did everybody in the stands.
“I did it for the guy who lost his mom,” McNeal told the Milwaukee Journal Sentinel. “It was the right thing to do.”
Franklin would go on to score 10 points, and Milwaukee Madison broke open the game in the second half to win 62-47. Afterward, the teams went out for pizza, two players from each team sharing each pie.
Franklin stopped by briefly, thankful that his team was there for him.
“I got kind of emotional but it helped a lot just to play,” he said. “I felt like I had a lot of support out there.”
Carlitha Franklin’s funeral was last Friday, and the school turned out for her and her son. Cheerleaders came in uniform, and everyone from the principal and teachers to Johntel’s classmates were there.
“Even the cooks from school showed up,” Womack said. “It lets you know what kind of kid he is.”
Basketball is a second sport for the 18-year-old Franklin, who says he has had some scholarship nibbles and plans to play football in college. He just has a few games left for the Knights, who are 6-11 and got beat 71-36 Tuesday night by Milwaukee Hamilton.
It hasn’t been the greatest season for the team, but they have stuck together through a lot of adversity.
“We maybe don’t have the best basketball players in the world but they go to class and take care of business,” Womack said. “We have a losing record but there’s life lessons going on, good ones.”
None so good, though, as the moment a team and a player decided there were more important things than winning and having good stats.
Yes, DeKalb would go home with a loss. But it was a trip they’ll never forget.
“This is something our kids will hold for a lifetime,” Rohlman said. “They may not remember our record 20 years from now, but they’ll remember what happened in that gym that night.”

Chatsworth J.V.


I know that many of you will think I’m half crazy… but earlier this year I was asked to help out with the J.V. girls basketball team at Chatsworth High School. I have coached many times in many different places but have never been involved in the PUBLIC school system. I was scheduled to go to India for about 2 weeks and THAT was canceled so I decided to help out with a team that really did NOT have a coach.

As busy as I am, I really did NOT have the time to coach but I so love to teach and I love to be able to share my faith in this arena and so I squeezed one more thing into my hectic life. It has been a JOY to see this team continue to grow and mature as basketball players as well as young adults.

Almost EVERY game we have played I have met people from our church and they are so surprised to see me in the public school but I am so thankful that God has placed me there for this short season so that I might reflect HIS LIGHT and LOVE to them.

Even though in the near future I can’t ever imagine doing this again, I certainly have loved the challenges and the opportunity to walk onto so many different High Schools these past few weeks.

JUST IN CASE you are free… Would love to have you come watch us play….. Our next game is today.. at 2:30 pm.. Chatsworth gym. We will be playing Birmingham High School and it is always an adventure watching the Lady Chancellors play.

A word to my Church family

I have debated many times regarding how much I should write, but I wanted to once again thank EVERYONE for their prayers and words of encouragement. We had a court date on Monday, and as I sat in the courtroom, there were so many things that raced through my mind, and hopefully one day I can share them with you. You see, there are many things that I am not able to share until everything is over.

It was difficult sitting in a crowded courtroom waiting for our moment to stand before the judge. Since there are four people involved in this case, we couldn’t start until each lawyer was present. We waited and watched for several hours as our judge handled case after case of those who were also present with their own set of problems. As I watched, I learned so much about the judge himself. He was a fair, courteous, kind, and most of all, helpful man.

It’s strange, as I always thought of a judge as someone who was TOUGH and MEAN, but our judge was just the opposite. Yes, he was fair, but as I watched everyone who went before him, HIS ONLY DESIRE was to help each person under the letter of the law. Whatever his decision, it was always in the best interest of the person he was judging. It wasn’t about him lording over people, it was about him using his authority to actually help the accused.

Finally, it came time for the four young men to stand before this judge. Never in a second did I think this judge would be anything BUT fair to those who stood before him. It was such a reassuring fact.

When it came time to make a decision, the judge basically delayed the case for 30 more days to allow all the young men to get a probation report, which is basically a report that allows the court to see the background of all the men. This is actually a good thing because I believe the background of all these young men will help the judge deliver a fair verdict.

Now, the news media continues to highlight the fact that one of these boys is the “Coach’s son” and the other is the “Pastor’s son,” and what they fail to report are many of the facts. For that reason, I want to share just a few of the facts that the newspaper/TV will never report.

First of all, FULL restitution was made. You say, “What does that mean?” That means that BEFORE the newspaper EVER reported this story, FULL restitution had been made. Everything was returned, and a check was written to make them FLUSH. I wish the paper would have revealed this fact just ONCE.

Secondly, each of the young men are sorry for what they did. I am NOT allowed to really talk about the facts of the case, but I assure you that if they had it all to do again, they would NEVER make this mistake again. I know some of you may doubt that, but THAT is the truth. I know each of the people involved, and they are good kids who made a bad mistake. They have learned lessons of a life time.

They will have to let the courts make their ruling. We know it will be right and fair. The young men will all learn from these wrongdoings and become better people as they grow and mature. It is my prayer that YOU will continue to pray for them, that they would learn what God wants them to learn. I want to thank each of you for standing with me during this difficult time.

Sgt. Darrell R. Griffin Jr.


Yesterday, I had lunch with the father of Sgt. Darrell R. Griffin, Jr., who was a 36 year old man who gave his life serving in the Iraq war. I wish that each of you could have the privilege of sitting with Darrell Griffin, Sr. and listening to the heart of a father who lost his best friend and the lessons he learned in this difficult process. I copied an excerpt from a website that I found on the internet. I want to encourage you to Google Sgt. Darrell R. Griffin, Jr. and read about this man’s life. Soon to follow is a book written by both of them that is a must read.

Please keep all of our soldiers in your prayers and thank GOD for the freedoms we have here in the United States of America.

I pray for this family and all the families of our military.
Thank you Darrell, Sr. for your words of wisdom yesterday.
Thank you Darrell, Jr. for the greatest sacrifice.

“Staff Sgt.Darrell R. Griffin, Jr.,36, of Alhambra, Calif., died Mar. 21 in Balad, Iraq, from wounds suffered when his unit came in contact with small arms fire during combat operations. Griffin was assigned to the 2nd Battalion, 3rd Infantry Regiment, 3rd Stryker Brigade Combat Team, 2nd Infantry Division, Fort Lewis, Wash.

Staff Sgt. Griffin served in the Army National Guard prior to joining
the active Army and reporting to Fort Lewis in July 2001 at which time he was assigned to 1st Brigade, 25th Infantry Division (SBCT). He was deployed to Iraq with the 1st Brigade from October 2004 to September 2005. Griffin was awarded the Bronze Star Medal with Valor for his actions in saving the lives of three US Soldiers as well as two Iraqi Army soldiers injured during battle in Tal Afar, Iraq. This was Staff Sgt. Griffin’s second tour in Iraq. He was assigned to 3rd Brigade, 2nd Infantry Division approximately one year ago.”

Racial Diversity and Words of Encouragement

I spoke last night for an hour and another three hours this morning on the importance of racial diversity at the London Institute in Corona. Then I came home to finish my message for this weekend, where I will be outlining the direction of our church for 2009.

Just know that as I read through all the comments on my recent blog post that I was deeply moved and touched by all of your thoughts and prayers. I wish I was able to explain to you how encouraging YOU are to me and my family. The church is a family. And you are a part of my family. Your words and prayers are AMAZING.

So many thoughts, so many things that need to be said, but just know that God is still on the throne and that no matter what happens to any of us, that God will always sustain us. I know that God has never failed me, and when we look at all of life, we are the most blessed people on the earth.

My prayer for YOU is that God would comfort you the way he has comforted me. It really is a miracle that no matter what happens to us that God is able to turn it into good. Romans 8:28.

If we had to rely upon ourselves for peace and hope, then we would ALL be in trouble. But one only needs to read the last few chapters of Job to realize that God is all powerful and all knowing, and in HIM ALONE are we to trust.

I will see you this weekend, with a Bible and a friend. I am excited to share the plans for 2009.

LOVING YOU and LOVING GOD,
Pastor Dudley

Thoughts

Heart is heavy today.
Paper is unfair.
They enjoy their slant.
I love my son.
He is my best friend.
No word or deed will ever diminish my view of him.
He lives in a glass house. I live in a glass house.
I love my son.
I will be by his side forever.
Right is right and wrong is wrong.
I am sorry. For everything.
God loves me. God loves you.
Romans 8:28
I love God.
I love my son.
My Aunt died.
Going to her funeral today. Yes, Today.
I wonder if the paper will report the greatness of her life.
I doubt that.
Won’t be holding my breath.
That would be a worthy article.
I have no comment.
Well I have several.
I just can’t say them.
Don’t want to be misquoted.
Will covet your prayers.
Praying is powerful.
I love my son.
He loves me.
No matter what I do, he loves me.
I love that.
I really love that.
He needs me.
I need him.
We both need God.
Today will pass. But God is eternal.
His love is eternal.
His grace is eternal.
His spirit is eternal.
I love my son.
God gave my son to me.
God gave his son to me.
Thank you God for my son.
Thank you God for your son.
That had to be hard.
Because, I love my son.
and I know that you love your son.
John 3:16
I love John 3:16.
I really love that.

Just a few thoughts…
Got to run to the funeral now.
My aunt was a Godly woman.
Wish you could have known her.
Will see my dad.
I love my dad.
My dad loves me.
It was his sister that died.
It’s hard to bury your sister.
But that’s what he’s going to do today.
I must be with my son.
I must be with my father.
They both need me today.
I can do both.
It is an honor to help them.
They have both helped me in so many ways.
I love my dad.
I love my son.
I miss my grandfather.
He was a preacher too.
I don’t remember his funeral.
He died when I was four.
His daughter is my Aunt.
Went to see her in the Hospital on Sunday.
Today I will see her laid to rest.
Heart is Heavy today.
I love my son.