The Benchwarmer...

“But he is just a benchwarmer.” The coach of the team said. When this freshman arrived in the school for the first time everyone quickly recognized him. By the first day ended, even the janitor knew his name. Everybody talked about him behind his back, after all he was rather different from the rest and no club would take him in. He carried heavy books everyday, passed the same hallway and everyone would stop to make way for him. In class, he was always watching the empty field. The teacher often reminded him to pay more attention in class. He did listen but soon got distracted again.

He had a test that day, a difficult one that many were struggling to answer as many questions as they could. When the time was up, others sighed deeply thinking that they had flunked. The thought of even passing never came in mind. The following day, the teacher returned the test papers and true indeed everyone scored badly, no one passed except for this genius, the new student who scored 99%. Everyone was astonished. The boy apologized to the teacher that he would pay more attention in class so that he could give him a full marks in the next test. The teacher understood, knowing that an imperfect person would aim to give his 100% in whatever he did.

The following week, he attended the club which he had signed up for. It was football. The coach tried to change the boy’s mind but the determination he showed melted his heart. He sympathised the boy and gave him the school jersey. The boy was overjoyed to be given an opportunity but his teammates groaned in upset thinking that the new boy would be a huge burden. The next day was the first training of the year; the boy was punctual in full jersey. The coach approached him and asked him to wait near the water tank. He waited patiently there as he watched his other teammates had a friendly match. The coach sat next to him and said, “Kid, when your teammates come here, be sure you give them each a cup of water.” He simply nodded. He thought that he would be playing that day; he guessed that he might have to wait a little longer. Trainings after trainings, he would wait by the water tank, doing his duty without fail. He never missed a single session because he thought that he might be playing anytime. But that dream faded away.

Two painful years he waited by the water tank and he still had not missed any training, rain or shine. The coach never gave him a chance to play. Finally, the team captain empathized with the boy and asked his coach, “Coach, I have looked into the monthly attendance, only one had not missed any training this month.” “I know, he had never missed them in 2 consecutive years.” He replied. “I suggest we should let him be on the field to play with us, after all he is our teammate.” The captain commented. “But he is just a benchwarmer.” He said. “Will you just let him touch the ball at least?” The captain suggested. The coach had had enough and he gave his permission. The captain asked the boy to go to the field. Delightful by what he said, he rushed to the centre of the field. There, he was given a ball; the captain started socializing with him after 2 years of just thanking him for the water he handed when the team went for a break. The other team members looked at the boy in disgust thinking that he finally had poisoned the captain’s mind. Ever since the boy joined the team, they had lost the first round of the neighbourhood competition. And they blamed the boy for being a jinx.

The boy’s relationship with the captain grew stronger each passing week, they were like brothers. The captain was protective of him as he would not let anyone in the team humiliate him for being a benchwarmer. Summer Open arrived, the last event the team had hoped to win for the season. The coach was absent that day and the captain took charge of the team’s strategies and the starting line-up. The boy was sidelined and the match started. By half time, the opposing team had scored 3 goals while they were still unable to find the net. Feeling dispirited, the team lost their hope to win the competition. Just then when they were looking for inspiration, the boy made his presence known by cheering the team up. He said that they can still win the match but none listened to him including the captain. Then, he said, “I don’t have much time, so do you,” and handed a note to the captain. The captain was shocked that the benchwarmer managed to draw up a complex strategy. He browsed the notes for a while, made few substitutions and returned to the field once he explained the new tactics to his teammate. The boy returned to his post waiting for the magical moment to arrive.

A minute the match restarted, the captain dribbled the ball past opposing defenders and struck the ball hard enough to reach the net and the team had pulled one back. It was a sheer magic. The players’ morale were boosted significantly that near the end of the game the 2 teams were level. And it was in the last minute that a swift counter attack allowed the team to turn the tide of the game as the boy’s team was ahead, just seconds away from the final whistle. The shrill of the whistle marked the end of the game and the winning team jumped around in excitement. The captain was hailed as a hero by his teammates. He then humbly denied that he was the hero and mentioned that the boy deserved that title. He told his teammates that he had followed his instructions and it had turned the flow of the game. His teammates felt guilty that they had ignored him all this while and yet he provided the winning formula for them. They decided to thank him personally but he was nowhere in sight.

The following day, the team decided to celebrate their win with the boy but he was absent from training for the first time. It was just unusual that he would be absent for training. The coach arrived and they asked him about the boy’s whereabouts. He took a deep breath and uttered, “He called me yesterday to inform me that he was not feeling good. He also told me that the team had won the match. I was delighted.” The captain asked him, “So where is he, where is our hero?” The coach replied, “Today, I was informed that our young hero had passed away silently in the hospital. I learnt that he was diagnosed with a terminal disease.” Everyone was stunned as the unsung hero had drawn his final breath.

Now, there is always an empty chair next to the window where the boy used to sit. Ever since, there was no one sitting by the water tank. Everybody in school wondered where the imperfect boy had gone to. Then, when the yearbook was issued, he appeared again but this time he was in black and white photograph. It says, “In memories of the wheelchair bound boy. Entered Dawnfield High School and was a member of the football club for 2 years. Helped to win the school’s first trophy in 5 years and was hailed a hero by the football team. Won the top student award in the first year with an A+ in all subjects and received a sum of $50,000 for winning the top prize in the young writer of America competition in the same year in which he had donated all of them to an organization that caters for the children who suffered from long life illnesses. When asked why he donated all his money to this organization, he said, “I don’t have much time left but these children still have a future ahead of them.” Diagnosed with a terminal spinal disease and leukemia since birth, he persevered throughout his life to be perfectly normal just like any human being and helped those who are less fortunate than he was. Upon his death, he asked for his healthy organs to be donated. Later, he was awarded the only Nobel Prize given to youth for humanity. May he rest in peace; for a kind hearted soul, there will always be a place in heaven.”

The coach said to himself, “He is not just a benchwarmer after all,” as he closed the yearbook.