Sorry Ben, but I have to admit I missed your link to the Chabad story about Alan Veingrad the first time around. Thanks for reposting it in the comments for yesterday’s “Retired footballer goes frum” post.
Here is an excerpt:
Meet Alan Veingrad. Offensive lineman. Green Bay Packer. Dallas Cowboy.
Alan, winner of Super Bowl XXVII as a member of the 1992 Dallas Cowboys, had a great life. “A life that anybody would have wanted,” as he put it. He was a gifted athlete with a wonderful personal life. He had grown from a normal kid living in South Florida into one of the most successful athletes in the world.
And yet there always seemed to be someone else beside him. Someone walking with him on his journey from Florida to college in Texas to the Pros. It watched him as he grew up, practiced with him as he groomed himself into a master lineman, it even sat with him as he went fishing. Who was this? Who was watching him, who was practicing with him, who went fishing with him?
Meet Shlomo Veingrad.
When Alan was young, he hardly noticed Shlomo. He thought all Shlomo needed was a Bar Mitzvah. All he needed was “the big party. And that was it.” When people started asking him questions about Shlomo, he couldn’t be bothered. “Why eight days of Chanukah? Not only do I not know, I don’t care.”
And yet, Shlomo kept by him, kept sitting with him, kept working with him. Every now and then he would peak his head up, often when Alan least expected it. People would tell him things like, “‘You guys are the chosen ones.’” Alan could not help but notice Shlomo then and, as he put it, “My pride in Judaism would soar!” It was incidents such as these that helped him realize that Shlomo was a part of him, even if he hadn’t quite understood this strange person yet.
He “always felt that there is something you have to do as related to being Jewish.” As time went on, he felt this more and more.
Shlomo kept quiet for much of Alan’s life. Shlomo let him grow as a football player, watched as he won the Super Bowl with Troy Aikman. He even cheered him on. All the time, he waited patiently.
And then Alan retired.
Retirement—A New Beginning
Alan Veingrad’s football card
“When you leave the pros, it’s a huge transition playing professional football to being a regular guy.” Alan, using the discipline he learned from football, “started learning another industry in real estate.” He was playing golf, was married with children and life was “pretty good.”
Somehow, though, as time went on, something didn’t feel right. Something was missing since he left football. “I was starving for inspiration. As an athlete, I had that, but as a human being I didn’t have that.” It was not until his cousin invited him to Shabbat that things started to change.
It was Alan’s first Shabbat.
You can imagine where Veingrad’s story goes from there. Read the rest here.