My Matyr
Born with a beautiful purpose, with a smile that warms and a heart that loves was a man by the name of James Wheeler the only son. Born into a wrold of sin, crime and poverty. Living in the streets of Manenberg where you didn't sleep at night due to the continous gang fights, trying to get an education but knowing there was no money, fending for yourself, sometimes having no money for food and trying to stay away from gangs for you knew once you were in the only way to get out was to die.
Despite all the negativity there was only two things that kept him going, the passion and love for music and soccer. The greatest soccer leader and coach ever to be born. Organising soccer tournaments, completing his tertiary education, coaching teams and at the same time playing a guitar in a band. Being an example for others, he grew, became physically stronger, he became well known and for us family children he became the soccer legend. Persevering against all odds.
Suddenly his physical condition took a turn for the worst. Losing his health to a family inherited disease, attacking his cells day by day. Cancer has been the cause of his death. He has left us physically and returned to the skies above, but spiritually he will live on in our heatrs. For he has reached the stars and never settled for anything less, giving us all he had to offer, following his vision. trusting his instincts and remembering that anything is possible and so shall we remember him, James Wheeler our matyr and hero.
His last words for those he left behind was: "Believe in yourself, in the power you have to control your own life, day by day. Believe in the strength that you have deep inside and your faith will help show the way. Believe in tommorow and what it will bring, let a hopeful heart carry you thru, for things will work out if you trust and believe there's no limit to what you can do."
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