When he was 4 his mother found him in the kitchen with a knife. He was summoning the nerve to slice off his own fingers.
This wasn’t because he was crazy but because he was all too sane and understood correctly that the dysfunctional appendages dangling from his misshapen left hand were the source of his physical agony. He wanted relief, however he had to get it.
She stopped but also heeded him, and the very next day she scheduled the operation that she had known he might need. There was no avoiding it anymore. The surgeon cut near the wrist, amputating everything below, and soon the boy returned home to figure out the rest of his life.
He did that by changing exactly nothing about his dreams. He wanted to play football and so he played football, just like his twin brother, except not just like his twin brother, because his brother had an extra tool – an extra hand – that he didn’t.
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No matter. He compensated. He adjusted. What he lacked in reach and grip he made up for in grit and speed.
He impressed many people. He repelled some. When he was 8 the coach of a rival team tried to keep him off the field, first claiming that he had weighed in too heavy for the game and then admitting a different reason. Football, he told the boy, was for people with two hands.
He kept playing, and grew into a high school football star in Florida. Kept playing, and became a starting linebacker for the University of Central Florida. Minus one hand, he intercepted balls. Minus one hand, he recovered fumbles.
It was something to see, and pro scouts saw it. He was drafted to play linebacker for the Seattle Seahawks this season.
That’s Shaquem Griffin’s story, and it’s a gorgeous, inspiring one when we very much need it. In this rancorous country, we’re buffeted more than usual by reminders of humanity at its worst.
Griffin is a glimpse of us at our best – of our ability to reframe hardship as challenge, tap extraordinary reserves of determination and achieve not just success but grace.
“It’s not some sob story or anything like that,” Griffin wrote in an essay in The Players’ Tribune in March – the same essay where he remembered being treated as “defective.” “It’s not even a sad story – at least not to me. It’s just my story.”
He declined to dwell on the cause of his defect: amniotic band syndrome, by which fibrous strands of the amniotic sac wrap around a portion of the developing fetus, strangling development. He focused instead on his response.
His rookie season got off to a rocky start. Many rookie seasons do. In the Seahawks’ first game, against the Denver Broncos on Sept. 9, he made mistakes. In the team’s second, against the Chicago Bears on Monday night, he sat on the bench.
That must have been tough, especially in light of how many eyes are on him.
Along with Colin Kaepernick and Serena Williams, among others, he was recently chosen by Nike as one of six new “changemakers” for its Just Do It campaign. He appears in the campaign’s glorious “Dream Crazy” commercial.
It’s narrated by Kaepernick, who at one point says: “If you have only one hand, don’t just watch football. Play it – at the highest level.”
The images with those words are of Griffin sprinting like lightning, wrestling an opponent to the ground and spreading his asymmetrical arms wide in triumph in the middle of the field.
Shaquem Griffin, 23, understands the power of his example. He welcomes it. “I feel like all the boys and girls out there with birth defects – we have our own little nation, and we’ve got to support each other,” he wrote in The Players’ Tribune.
Citizens of that nation showed up to watch Griffin’s big NFL debut. An article by Robert Klemko in Sports Illustrated noted how visibly emotional they were.
Klemko contemplated Griffin’s swelling ranks of fans and the games to come, predicting: “They won’t just be amputees, the ones who weep. They'll be mothers and fathers. And nurses too.”
And me. I agree with Griffin: This isn’t a sad story. But it’s most definitely a sob story.
Frank Bruni is a New York Times columnist.