The black-and-white photo in the Alabama newspaper showed the handsome face of a University of Texas football player, awash in inexplicable joy. The story told of a malignant tumor, an amputation below the left knee, a cruel disease that put a star safety on crutches for the 1970 Cotton Bowl against Notre Dame. In the shadow of gloom, Freddie Steinmark glowed, inspiring his national champion teammates with a strong, radiant spirit.
From her kitchen table in Montgomery, Julia Alice Rice studied the Steinmark smile and story, a mysterious lump on her left ankle, swelling. The emerging details of Freddie’s osteosarcoma—bone cancer—gave her pause. A 30-year-old wife, mother and librarian, Julia Alice considered the growth, symptoms and pain on her own lower leg and wondered if she had the same disease.
The first diagnosis came back negative. A doctor removed a cyst, but the lump grew back. A second diagnosis, months later in 1971, revealed osteosarcoma. Surgeons needed to amputate but discovered a complication. Julia Alice was nine weeks pregnant.
The baby, doctors informed her, could not survive the operation. She needed to abort. “You can take my leg,” said Julia Alice, a devout Southern Baptist, “but you can’t take my baby.” Doctors persisted. Julia Alice resisted. In the heated back-and-forth, she learned a grim truth. Even without an abortion, she stood a one percent chance of surviving more than one year after the amputation.
Julia Alice had a husband, Norman Rice, a football coach in Montgomery, and a three-year-old son, Jim. Within a year, the former would become a widower, the latter, motherless. Friends urged Julia Alice to abort.
Eight hundred miles away in Austin, FreddieSteinmark waged his own fight. A 5'9", 160-pound safety out of Wheat Ridge, Col., Freddie had played the 1969 season with a tumor the size of a softball. After the amputation, he underwent chemotherapy while attending class and coaching defensive backs on UT’s freshman football team.
As the disease spread, Steinmark became the face of the American Cancer Society, giving motivational speeches across the country. He played golf on one leg, knocking drives 225 yards, and water skied. He played the piano and proposed to the girl he’d dated since eighth grade. Linda Wheeler said “yes.”
Despite a gallant fight, his condition grew grave. On June 6, 1971, he died.
That same month, surgeons removed Julia Alice’s left leg. Four months later, Geoff Rice was born. Julia Alice lived to see him walk, get married and father a daughter—44 more years. Geoff turned 44 on Oct. 8. Just before Thanksgiving, he saw My All-American, the inspirational film about Steinmark. Scene after scene tugged at his heart. The one where doctors deliver the diagnosis pierced it. Geoff wept. “Freddie didn’t save one life,” he says. “He saved two.”
The legacy of Freddie Steinmark cannot be captured in a motion picture. It cannot be fully told in a book, and at least three have been written. He inspired President Nixon to declare War on Cancer. He moved Congress to pass the National Cancer Act. As a result, the National Cancer Institute, which had a budget of $200 million in 1971, received $1.5 billion for research over the next three years. That research changed lives, salvaged limbs, healed bodies. “There are so many stories,” says Sammy Steinmark, Freddie’s younger brother, “I can’t count them all.”
On his home TV in Rochester, Minn., 12-year-old Thomas Smith watched Freddie and No. 1 Texas rally to beat No. 2 Arkansas 15–14 on Dec. 6, 1969, a thriller known as “The Game of the Century.” Weeks later, Smith watched in astonishment as Freddie stood on the Cotton Bowl sidelines, bundled in a winter coat, propped on crutches, left leg missing.
The image stuck. It caused a young boy to think, to connect desire with possibility. Even as a pre-teen, Smith imagined a career in medicine. He knew Rochester was the home of the Mayo Clinic. But what kind of doctor might he become? The answer appeared on TV. “The picture of Freddie in his trench coat with one leg at the Cotton Bowl,” Smith says, “always stayed with me.”
Smith graduated from Michigan State and attended Mayo Medical School, which is part of the Mayo Clinic, a leading cancer center for osteogenic sarcoma. Later, he pursued pediatric oncology. “There were many reasons why, including the satisfaction of helping people at their deepest time of need and the scientific advancements being made in pediatric oncology,” Smith says. “But I must admit, the idea of helping a young person like Freddie not only live, but avoid amputation, was a very important factor in my choice.”
If Freddie developed osteosarcoma today, doctors could probably save his leg and life. When Smith attended medical school in the 1980s, treatment began changing. Instead of amputating first, doctors started patients on chemotherapy. Then they surgically removed cancerous tissue. As medical procedures advanced, surgeons replaced cancerous bone with titanium rods to save limbs.
New treatments have produced dramatic results. “We have a cure rate that approaches 80% and a need to amputate in only 10% of patients,” Smith says.
He has treated hundreds of young patients withosteogenic sarcoma and other bone cancers, some of them athletes. Smith often shares Freddie’s story. “I have many survivors, many of them in their 20s and 30s, starting their own families,” he says. “Freddie fought not only for himself but for other young people with OGS (osteogenic sarcoma). I think the survivors I see today are a direct result of Freddie’s persistence and determination. He has inspired me since I saw first saw him on the sideline in the Texas-Notre Dame game 45 years ago.”
Julia Alice forgot Freddie’s name. Time caused that detail to disappear but not his face or story. It seemed as if Freddie imparted his fierce, can-do spirit to a wife and mother in Alabama. Julia took her boys to the pool and swam with her prosthetic. She took Geoff to a skating party and strapped on a pair of roller skates. She left her job at the library, became a special education director, served as a church deacon and cheered at her son’s ball games, sometimes on one leg, mostly on two.
“When I was young, I thought everyone’s mom had an artificial leg,” Geoff says. “After all, mine did, and in my mind, she was no different than any other mom.”
The family moved to Birmingham and the boys grew up. Julia Alice shared bits and pieces about the Texas football player who saved two lives with little reaction. Jim and Geoff nodded and thought that was cool, then ran outside to play. Jim did not care to know more until his late 20s, when curiosity drove him to the library. Who was this football player? What became of him? Jim brought a name and picture home to mom. “Freddie Steinmark,” Julia Alice murmured. “That’s him.”
Jim returned to the library with an idea. He would gather more information on Freddie, research his mother’s journey and surprise her with a book. He would contact the Steinmarks and tell them how Freddie had saved his mother and brother. An athletic ticket manager at Eastern Kentucky, Jim had a master’s in sports administration but regretted not majoring in journalism. Writing his mother’s story would be an adventure and satisfy a longing. Years passed. The plan stalled.
In 2013, Jim, now a marketer, told Julia Alice about the surprise that had not materialized. She suggested they collaborate. Jim resumed the research but suffered a stroke in January. After he recovered, Julia Alice fell ill. Before Jim could interview her, she was hospitalized with a rare lung disease, unrelated to bone cancer. A non-smoker, Julia Alice died on Aug. 6, three months before the release of My All-American.
In the south end zone of Darrell K. Royal–Texas Memorial Stadium, beneath a giant scoreboard dedicated to Freddie, 67-year-old Tom Campbell shakes his head, eyes turning moist.
Why me, Lord? Why did you take Freddie and not me?
Campbell played with Freddie. A defensive back who made game-saving interceptions against Arkansas and Notre Dame, Campbell has no answers after 44 years. Freddie studied hard, played hard and didn’t drink. He went to Mass every morning. Whatever his flaws, they are not easily recalled.
My All-American screenwriter and director Angelo Pizzo was unable to incorporate sin into the story of a saint.
“I researched everything—talked to all the players, all the family,” Pizzo says, standing near Campbell during Texas-Kansas on Nov. 7. “And I couldn’t find find anyone to tell me one bad thing about him.”
Twelve years ago, Campbell lost a sales job with Xerox. Shocked at the layoff—“I hadn’t done anything wrong,” he says—Campbell did not fall apart. He found another job and moved on. Freddie, he says, pulled him through. “I’ve had tough times my whole life,” Campbell says. “But I was prepared. There was never any quit in Freddie.”
Campbell and Pizzo are wearing Freddie’s orange and white, No. 28 jersey. A host of family, friends and former teammates are, too. On this day, Texas is rededicating the scoreboard to Freddie, which was named for him in 1972. A few feet away stands Ted Koy, a running back who played with Freddie and later with O.J. Simpson in Buffalo. Koy is a recent prostate cancer survivor. He names a growing fraternity of former teammates who have beaten or are battling cancer. “My life was blessed,” Koy says, “because I knew Freddie Steinmark.”
A roar goes up. Texas safety Dylan Haines has intercepted a Kansas pass late in the first quarter. Haines sprints downfield, a flash of Freddie in the 36-yard return to the four-yard line.
Only Texas offered Freddie a scholarship. Nobody offered one to Haines at Lago Vista High, just north of Austin. No one thought he could even play Division II or NAIA football. The son of a former Longhorn defensive lineman (John) and hurdler (Sandra), Dylan walked on at Texas in 2012, never expecting to play a down. But he’d already had a brush with Freddie.
Dylan sprained an ankle his senior year and considered sitting out a game. Sandra found a magazine story about Freddie and stuck it in her son’s athletic bag. After reading the piece, Dylan suited up, played both ways and scored a touchdown, despite a pronounced limp. “I decided if this guy could play with cancer in his leg,” Dylan says, “I wasn’t going to let a sprained ankle keep me out.”
Three years after Dylan walked on at Texas, new coach Charlie Strong recognized a playmaker. Dylan earned a starting spot and a scholarship. Early in his first game last season, Dylan picked off a North Texas pass and heard his mother screaming. She hasn’t stopped. He intercepted three more passes in 2014, returning one for a touchdown, and leads the Longhorns with five picks this season.
Sam Murphy used to play lacrosse and basketball for Valor Christian High in Highlands Ranch, Col., the same school Stanford running back Christian McCaffrey attended. Once during practice, Murphy and McCaffrey jumped for a rebound. Murphy came down on the floor, McCaffrey’s foot came down on Murphy’s head. The concussion Murphy sustained was minor compared to the diagnosis that followed the summer before his junior year: ewing sarcoma in his right leg.
He underwent 12 weeks of chemotherapy, surgery to remove the tumor and 24 more weeks of chemo. Reconstructive surgery on his leg came later. There’s no trace of cancer today. Thomas Smith considers Murphy, a University of Kansas freshman, a success story. Murphy, 19, has been cleared to play golf. He hopes to play intramural basketball in February.
As he battled bone cancer, Murphy learned about another young athlete from Colorado with a leg tumor: Freddie Steinmark. Murphy discovered he had friends who attended Freddie’s school, Wheat Ridge High. Now Murphy had someone with whom he could identify, a role model who could inspire him. “Freddie saved more than hundreds of lives,” Murphy says. “It’s more like thousands. Maybe millions. People get checked because of Freddie. He changed the way the medical community looked at cancer.”
Geoff Rice was an unremarkable athlete. Sam Murphy made the varsity lacrosse team as a freshman. Geoff saw reserve duty for the Homewood High (Ala.) baseball team as a senior. His career highlight was going 2 for 2 one game at Birmingham’s Rickwood Field, the oldest professional ballpark in the U.S. Dizzy Dean pitched there. The Pittsburgh Pirates held spring training there. The Detroit Tigers, Kansas City Royals and Chicago White Sox had Double A teams that played there. Geoff Rice collected two singles in two at-bats there.
Geoff works in the claims department for an automobile insurance company in Birmingham. He and his wife and 14-year-old daughter live across the street from his brother, Jim. “It’s not that I’ve lived an incredible life or became a great athlete or rock star or movie star,” Geoff says, “but I have a family that loves me and I love them.”
His mother and brother never got to write that book. The family never got to tell the Steinmarks how Freddie had touched them. But not long ago, Geoff got to thinking: Maybe he could send a note to Bower Yousse, co-author of the biography, “Freddie Steinmark: Faith, Family, Football.” Yousse wrote back, “I will gladly share your story with Freddie’s family.”
The stories keep finding their way to SammySteinmark. A pediatric oncologist in Denver. A lacrosse player in Richmond Heights. A walk-on at the University of Texas. Former Longhorns in Austin. A family in Birmingham. When Nixon declared war on cancer, he didn’t know the bravest soldier would still be fighting long after they were both gone.