Tim Scott
@votetimscott
On August 27, 1982, my life changed forever.
That day I had a horrible car accident. Just before my senior year football season, I fell asleep driving at the wheel, the car ended up in a ditch, and because of that car accident, I missed a crucial part of my season.
Sitting on the sidelines and watching my teammates shine felt impossibly hard. I was happy for them, but with every missed game, any interest in a running back named Tim Scott faded, and my star began to dim.
I could feel it, taste it. Football was my way out, my way up. I’d spent years working for this. I saw the moment I bought my mother a house. I envisioned myself as the local hometown hero turned pro. Suddenly, all of it was slipping away.
I thought my life was over because football was my life and Jesus was just a game. But I realized I had it inverted, that actually, Jesus was my life, and football was just a game.
I ended up earning a football scholarship, a very small football scholarship, at Presbyterian College. I was at a Fellowship of Christian Athletes meeting when I realized my love for Christ.
As a kid raised in poverty, as I've said before, in a single-parent household, I always wanted a father's acceptance. I always wanted to be defined by my family lineage. And what I found in my faith was I was adopted into the Family. If I wanted to know more about my about Father, I could read His good book called the Bible, and I could discover all that He said about me. But more importantly, all that He said about himself and all that He is.
I thought that car accident took away the thing that most defined me, the thing I most loved. But instead, it opened my eyes to what is truly important, a deeper connection with our Heavenly Father.
9:38 AM · Aug 27, 2023
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