Less than a year after becoming Catholic, Caleb said yes to something he didn’t fully understand.
New city. New community. New prayers he barely knew by heart.
He didn’t want to be the weak one. The new one. The one who didn’t belong.
So when training started, he pushed himself like everyone else.
Minutes later, he was walking off the field on crutches.
What followed wasn’t dramatic. It was slower than that. Watching instead of playing. Smiling when he didn’t feel it. Quiet doubts he wasn’t sure how to name.
And somewhere in the middle of all of it, the question shifted.
Maybe he wasn’t there to prove anything at all.