



Twelve years later, the Eagles Youth Partnership's annual playground build continues to have deep, profound impacts in communities in the hard-scrabbles streets of Philadelphia. On Wednesday, the entire organization was at it again, turning squalor into spectacular, painting new hope into a downtrodden school and community. For me, well, it was a unique experience, one I yearned to find after writing a similar story one year after the next.
I arrived late to the K-8 William Bryant Academic Plus School in Southwest Philadelphia. For the first time in years, I covered the Eagles on the field for Day 2 of their June Passing Camp before driving over to the school. On the way, the scene looked depressingly familiar: Run-down homes, crowded streets and a succession of drab streets leading to the school.
Eagles staff had been at the school for hours, so by the time I arrived the scene was nothing short of vibrant. There was music playing, kids dancing, beautiful murals up on walls that were previously grey, jaded, scarred. A transformation was very much underway, near completion. The Eagles players and coaches had been there for about 20 minutes, and were already engaged in painting, building, planting and signing autographs and, for the first time, having their t-shirts signed by the kids.
I tried to fit in. I was uncomfortable. I hadn't put in the time on the playground build and, yeah, with that came a sense of guilt. I didn't have a white t-shirt. I walked around for 15 minutes trying to slide in here or there, but I felt like a sore thumb with a black shirt and no sunglasses and no hat and ... I felt out of place.
Then came the special part of the day. The magic. The connection between the Eagles and the community deepened this year as the Power Partners program, which I wrote about before, joined forces again on this day. Rooms 106 and 107 emptied and out came the first-grade children who had come to Lincoln Financial Field for nine weeks of reading and tutoring with Eagles employees.
Finally, a chance to fit in.
I searched for my reading buddy. Where was he? All the kids were wearing white shirts. I hadn't seen Tyhir in two weeks. Would he remember me? Would he look past me and search out Donovan McNabb and the players? Did he care about me any more?
Then I saw him. I walked up and tapped him on the shoulder. I saw the smile.
"I've got my partner," said Tyhir to his teacher.
So I was set. He was set. We painted for 10 or 15 minutes and messed up plenty of times, but it didn't matter. We were together. I knew that he was as glad to see me as I was to see him. I asked him about the play the kids had put on for the Eagles employees who had visited the school a week earlier, a trip I had to miss.
"I held up the letter 'P.' It was fun," he said.
Then we walked around. And it dawned on me that for all of these years and all of these playgrounds and all of these stories, I had been looking at things through the wrong glasses. The kids were the ones who were most directly affected by a day of sweat and muscle and joy provided by the Eagles organization and by Eagles Youth Partnership.
"Oh ... my ... gosh," said Tyhir. "We have trees. We never had trees before. Wow."
"Look at all those colors," said Tyhir. "Our walls. They're so bright! Wow."
"The playground. Wow!"

Before the Eagles came along, Tyhir told me, "there wasn't much to do at recess. Now, we have everything."
It was a moment to make me feel a million miles high in the school. We walked together, his hand in mind, my arm around his, for 30 minutes. We walked and we looked and we saw his world change. Tyhir didn't care about getting players' autographs -- he got one from quarterback Kevin Kolb, but he didn't know Kolb from anybody else -- and he didn't want to meet anybody. All he wanted was to spend some time with me and to see the difference some love and caring can make in his world.
"I don't even know how to play football," he said. "I can't wait to get on that playground."
The cement has to dry. The bolts have to be tightened. The Eagles will have a crew at the school for the next couple of days, continuing to turn blight into might.
Wow.
We walked inside the school and Tyhir showed me Room 106. The halls were clean. Eagles drawings filled the walls.
"Eagles everywhere," said Tyhir.
That's what happens when an organization cares, when an Eagles Youth Partnership takes a leadership role and goes out and, with the assistance of the entire team -- players, coaches, staff, interns, volunteers -- creates a new opportunity for kids like Tyhir.
Two o'clock came. Time for Ty to line up with his classmates. I gave him my address and phone number and made sure his teacher kept a good hold. I learned that Ty is a delight in school and that math is his favorite subject. I asked the teacher if I would ever be able to see Tyhir again, maybe take him out for ice cream or to a ball game.
"Once his mother and grandmother become comfortable with it, yes. They're very involved," she said.
Music to my ears. My heart flutters. I want to see the youngster again. That's what Wednesday was, really. It was time to make a difference, and the Eagles did that. The kids lined up and looked around. Their eyes were wide. Some of them cared about McNabb and his teammates. All of them cared about the school and the playground.
"THANK YOU, EAGLES!" they shouted.
No, thank you. The right perspective makes all the difference and in the neighborhood around the Bryant School now, the perspective has changed. Bleak has been replaced by bright for everyone who spent a moment feeling the inspiration.
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