The Victory Parade
I been a 12 my whole life. since the recess schoolyard days where i would get teased for wearing a seahawks shirt. Back in those days in the 90's, it was the Cowboys, the 49ers, the Raiders, and Seattle? not so much. But man I was a diehard.
Fast forward to the Seattle Seahawks Victory Parade. One of the best days of my life. It was a very chilly day in downtown Seattle, and I found a spot in front of the mall on 5th avenue. By the time the Seahawks rolled by my area, the crowd starting pushing closer and closer to the street, mosh pit style. I could barely see over the people in front of me and I was so excited I figured it was the price I had to pay to see that Lombardi Trophy in real life.
Right next to me was a woman and her daughter, both very tiny, mom had to be 5'5" tops, and her daughter was even smaller. They both were dressed head to toe all Seahawks gear. the girl had paint on her face with a little 12.
And they both couldnt see. My heart sank. I felt so bad. you could see it on their concerned faces that they knew they both were simply not tall enough to see the parade. the mom was struggling trying to hold up her daughter on her own for her daughter see at least out of the two of them.
I immediately am brought back to my days as a kid where i rooted for the hawks every Sunday. I stood there thinking this poor little girl got all the way here, to be so close to see the Super Bowl winning hometown team, and now finding out the hard way they will not see much, only to hear the celebration going down on the street.
So I took a chance, not trying to freak them out, i ask her mom if its ok if I put her daughter on my shoulders so she can see better, and in return her daughter can record the Ducks rolling by with all the players using my cellphone. Her mom looked at me and cracked a smile sensing I'm coming from a good place, she then asks her daughter if her daughter is interested, and her daughter jumps up and down yelling "yes!" over and over! her mom looks at me and through the loud yelling and screaming of the crowd, motions a thank you with glossy eyes, knowing her daughter will get to experience something we all dreamed of growing up.
So I tell the girl the plan when the Ducks come, and she's excited and jumping up and down. Finally the Ducks roll up to us, the crowd is going crazy, and its really loud. I tell the girl on the count of three to jump and get on my shoulders. I can barely see over the crowd, and the crowd is pushing and swaying back and forth and the little girl is screaming with excitement and I can only hope she remembers to record it for me!
So after the whole team rolls through, I let her off my shoulders and the little girl gives me a huge hug and her mom gives me a hug as well with tears in her eyes thanking me over and over for letting her daughter get to see the Victory Parade. I tell them both no problem, we all say a parting "Go Hawks" to each other and they disappear in the crowd.
I barely got to see most of the Ducks rolling through, but I was so happy that little 12 will always remember she had a priceless view of our Super Bowl winning team!
During the football season, the Fullback Michael Robinson "Mike Rob" did this "Real Rob Report" which you could follow on Youtube. When Mike Rob posted his Victory Parade video, I closely watched the footage to where I knew where I was standing. At a certain point in his video I paused it to where I can see myself, and you can see that little girl on my shoulders holding my cellphone screaming her head off.
That was all I needed; a picture to show me the pure joy on her face. That picture means a lot to me, that the little stranger had a better experience with the Seahawks than I did at her young age. All I wanted to do was pass it forward.
I never got to know their names due to the hectic environment, but I wish them well, and hope they to pass it forward being Seahawks fans.