As you are likely well aware, Adrian Peterson lost his 2-year-old son, victim of a heinous beating from a 27-year-old monster who is “an acquaintance” of the child’s mother.
I can’t even begin to fathom the extraordinary range and intensity of emotion that AP must be feeling right now. In a moment he might feel that his heart is in tatters, broken, followed swiftly by overwhelming rage.
Those emotions and all points in between are understandable. No one knows how he or she would respond to such emotional trauma and really, no one wants to find out.
Only those close to AP know how he’s handling the tragedy. There is no right or wrong way, there’s just a way – in this case AP’s way.
Every person is different.
This situation is different.
AP is an NFL player, one of the league’s highest profile players, affected by this tragedy. Like many people who grieve by plowing their attention into work, perhaps as a way to anesthetize the pain, AP plans to play on Sunday.
Some have criticized the decision and to those people I say, “Who are you to judge?”
In his life Peterson has faced adversity that nearly all reading this and certainly the guy writing this have fortunately never had to face. His brother was killed by a drunk driver, just five feet away from the then 7-year-old Adrian Peterson. His father was incarcerated for money laundering when AP was 13 and his half-brother murdered in 2007.
And now this.
It is both safe and sad to say that AP knows how to deal with tragedies.
“Football is something I’ll always fall back on”, Peterson explained yesterday. “It gets me through tough times. The guys in [the locker room], that’s what I need. … I’m able to release a lot of my stress through this sport.”
And God bless baby Peterson.