After another mediocre season, the Chicago Bears general manager was in desperate search for a quarterback.
After scouring hours and hours of film he needed a break. He turned on the news and there, before his eyes was an Afghan youth shucking hand grenades 15 stories up into buildings. The same kid threw a grenade 60 yards into an enemy fortification with precision accuracy.
The GM knew he had to have the kid. He sent a highly trained force to get the identity of a kid and bring him over.
Then the long process of teaching the young man the game of football began, but the kid was a natural and a quick learner.
Fast forward two years, behind a strong defense, the Bears finally won the Super Bowl and this young Afghan boy was named MVP. He was so proud especially considering where he had come from.
After the game in the locker room amid the glee and flowing champagne, and just after he held the Lombardi trophy in front of national television, he called his mother.
His mother did not seem happy.
The young man, disappointed in his mother’s reaction asked “Mom you don’t understand, I just won the MVP in the biggest sporting event in the world. How can you be disappointed?“
His mother replied,
“I had never thought I raised a selfish son. But all you ever think of is yourself.
Both of your brothers have been shot.
I cannot let your sister go out of the house alone for fear she will be raped.
I will never forgive you for having moved us to Chicago!”
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