If you know me and know my recent history, I'm pretty sure you wouldn't consider me lucky.  Most see having been through a broken arm, a broken leg, a transfer that set me behind in my coursework, a school that admits 0 girls and back-to-back losing seasons on the pitch all in the last couple years as unfortunate at best.  
       
With my time here in the States winding down ( actually pretty much up as I leave the 16th), I've been packing and sorting through a lot of STUFF that has been winning in a perpetual game of hide-and-seek.  I came across everything from tee ball pictures and those infamous soccer patches from travel league to high school accolades, newspaper clippings and recruiting letters.  These brought upon the obvious feeling of nostalgia.  I began to deliberate "what if" situations.  For example, what if I had decided to not to play for Coach G. when I was fifteen? What if I had not changed schools? What if? What if? What if?

It only took me a few moments to realize what the last two years of Wabash has done for me.  Aside from sending me to exotic locations and giving me the chance to take courses that conventionally never would've crossed my path, it has taken me and transformed me.  Transformed me into someone who was unchallenged/uninterested and receiving sub par GPA's to a student-athlete on the Dean's List.  It has taken someone who had probably peaked in high school into becoming a Wabash Man who I believe will continuously better, perhaps like aging wine. 

What I have come up with after playing another round of what is seemingly an endless game of hide-and-seek with dust bunnies and things of the past is... I'm quite fortunate for being shown the light that lead me to Wabash. 

Jonathan Funston
Wabash College '09
Varsity Soccer, Captain

P.S.  I am very happy to see players taking initiative and keeping the hunger alive.  Work hard boys!  Work Hard!