I know nothing about soccer, but watching the President Day Tournament today at the Sportsplex in Half Moon, New York, I saw how draining a game it is, the player’s are in constant motion, twisting and jumping and running,  using their whole bodies including their heads.

I would never have been good at this time, but it is the RISSE kids whole life, in many ways. On their break outside between games, they kicked a soccer ball back and forth, they never tire of it, never take their eyes off it, show no emotion of any kind, even when goals are scored.

It is a serious thing to them, something I am just beginning to understand. It is a grounding thing and a healing thing. It was a good choice to get them uniforms and  equipment bags, it gives them dignity and pride. I hope to attend more games in the Spring, and bring Red. The boys and girl on team love him.

I am committed to supporting this team in any way that I can, and at Ali’s direction. I want to do the best I can for as long as I can. Friday, they are coming to meet the Mansion residents and have some fudge sundae and then visit Bedlam Farm.

I am not a surrogate parent or father to them, but we are getting to know and love one another. In one sense, they are my kids, too. And they are coming to understand the power and spirit of the Army Of Good, which reaches across time and space to hold them and support them.