Prior to his first season with the Browns, Ernie Davis was diagnosed with Leukemia. He died the next year in 1963. He never played in the NFL. Nevertheless, the Cleveland Browns retired his jersey, despite never setting foot on the football field.
I was teary eyed as I watched the end to this movie, but I want to tell you why. I wasn't teary eyed because I felt sorry for him. I did feel sad for him. I did feel sad because maybe he could have married and had a football career that could have blossomed. I felt sad that he wasn't alive today because I would have liked to have met him for facing up to the racial adversity he fought through all his years growing up and in college. I wanted to meet him because he seemed like a decent person and a person who loved life and people and football. I did feel sad.
Then I thought to myself, "No, he is alive and I have met him." His story was passed on to my heart. I can take him with me. That is when I realized that intertwined with all of the sadness I felt was admiration - beautiful, strong admiration. That is glory. That is a glimpse of the divine.
He wrote a letter to the Saturday Evening Post called "I'm Not Unlucky" which was published in March 1963. He was 23. years old.
Ernie Davis
1939-1963