Per @Slots (Torrey Clark) request, I’m going to summarize why Monday (4/30) is so important to me…so bare with me as it will be lengthy:
I am the oldest of 4 brothers. My youngest brother, Eli Brock Grow (11 year difference), was a chunky, overweight kid growing up (similar to myself). We all grew up playing backyard football [me and my younger brother Grayson (9 year difference)] vs. my brother Luke (4 year difference) and Eli. Eli was always picked last and always wanted to QB but couldn’t throw worth a damn. We gave him a hard time all time, but we also pushed him past his limits physically. I got to be the leader of these 3. Working hard, never quitting. As I left the house, Eli had just started his training for football. He hit it hard, day in and day out. Every time I came home he was skinnier, more muscular. He started throwing 60 yard passes and out running all of us. He became starting QB his Junior year.
He was told he would never play even D3 ball. He landed a D2 scholarship to Mississippi College his senior year as a QB. At that point he was running a 4.4 40, squatting 500, benching 315. On April 30, 2016, my parents came to Memphis for my daughter’s 4th birthday in Collierville. Eli didn’t come. He wanted to stay and train. We were at Hueys in Collierville about 430 when my mom got a weird feeling. She texted my brother and he didn’t respond. We went about the day and they left to go home. My phone died that night. I remember it finally cutting it on about 10pm to see a text that Eli had died. Eli had been driving home from training that afternoon and got into a head on collision about 430 pm. He died on impact and his truck caught fire and burned for 30 minutes. My parents had no clue until they passed his truck on a tow truck on the way home. I will never forget that moment I received that text. His last message was “Never Take Anything For Granted”.
Eli found the Lord at an FCA camp his junior year and was constantly volunteering his time to helping others. He helped his offensive linemen train. Got up at 5 in the morning to train. Helped special needs kids. Gave what money he had to underprivileged kids to help them pay for their lunch.
Since then, we have run across multiple journals my brother kept up to the day of his passing. All kinds of messages he left for us and thoughts he had.
We run Eli Grow Legacy Foundation. Eli was into architecture and CAD and drew a building (athletic complex) that he wanted to come back and build one day. One that would serve underprivileged kids and their training in athletics. The foundation is set to build that building along with multiple scholarships to give away to kids. Our company logo is a tree he drew in his journal. All these things he left circle back to us and our relationship with him.
So….Monday is a memorial workout in his name. At 0530…similar to the times he would train. Serving the 3 F’s of F3 that he unknowingly followed as well. The workout we will be doing comes from his workout journal and will take place on the turf field and bleachers at The Lair. I will also be sharing words he left in his journal regarding the Lord, life, and multi-tasking (he was texting at the time of his accident….he even reflects that one day it would take his life).
I hope as many of you can make it as possible. Not for me, but for your brothers in the gloom.