Our project today is to go back six months and update all those serious tweets and tributes.
Carlos Arias was a great man.
He was a tireless worker and had a tremendous tendency to analyze the sports he covered.
(The number is. and is.)
He brought a smile to his long workdays and what people now call “people skills”, which of course is nothing but caring.
(Brings. Is. Come on now.)
Yes, Carlos is still with us.
This is the equivalent of a Grand Slam with two outs and a 0 and 2 count at the bottom of the seventh inning of a softball game, or a knockout in the 12th round of your favorite boxing match with one second remaining. ,
On May 13, Carlos had a severe headache and went to the hospital.
“He was in his room all day working on stories,” said his mother, Sue. “He kept saying, ‘I have to finish this.’ That’s when he got this bad headache and was holding his head backwards.”
Carlos, 50, was in the midst of a severe stroke. Local psychologist and family friend Dr. Al Hosepian looked at the images taken. He told Carlos’ father Sue and Will that they were “devastating”, that the large black patch offered little hope.
Sue prayed again.
“We are all believers,” she said last week.
On May 19, at 4 p.m. doctors were coming together in his Fresno hospital room. They would take Carlos off life support and remove the organs he had consented to donate.
Soon after 10 a.m., an ICU doctor called Sue.
“Something strange has happened,” he said. “Carlos has just opened his eyes.”
A nurse also noticed a twitch. Carefully he began asking questions and told Carlos to blink if he said yes. He asked if he wanted to be on life support.
“It was obvious,” said Sue. “He blinked. Then there were small movements. Slowly he would shake his head, move his arms, arms and legs. Then they took him to a skilled nursing facility in Modesto. On August 25 he was able to come home.
The stroke came and went, a whirlwind that spared all structures, a medical certainty that somehow gave way to intervention.
Carlos is working again. He’s filing stories for Extra Innings softball, helping high school kids connect with colleges, telling stories. He has a follower out there, but then he can always – do anything.
At the Orange County Register, he covered all kinds of high school sports, but his heart was in the ring and the octagon. Carlos went in for fights big and small, went to the gym, got to know the trainers and the cutmen.
In 2007, Manny Pacquiao fought against Oscar de la Hoya, which was largely rejected. How to jump into a lightweight ring with the most famous welterweight of his time?
A ballroom filled with boxing journalists from around the world gathered in Las Vegas. The only person who was (a) not Filipino and (b) convinced that Pacquiao would win was Carlos. Pacquiao then sent De La Hoya into retirement. At the time you knew that Carlos didn’t care much about probability.
But Carlos often appeared at the StubHub Center, in Carson, as it was known, after boxing Saturday night when he covered football or wrestling that afternoon.
In a year stunned by death and illness, Carlos’s position seemed out of bounds and unfair. Can anyone be more pure and innocent than this? What kind of lord would subtly target him?
Sue and Will didn’t let themselves be missed.
“We kept praying that God would reveal what He wanted,” she said. “Through it all, he kept Carlos’s limbs strong, whatever it may be, and I think that’s why he’s come.
“My brother, Joe Archuleta, was paralyzed in a motorcycle accident and lived to be 50. I would have accepted it for Carlos.”
Throughout it all, Joe passed away, and Will had to battle COVID-19 and pneumonia. Carlos settled into long weeks of difficult physical therapy. But he acts and talks just like he did before, and he still puts heart and soul into the Raiders’ game. His right leg is not working yet, so he uses a walker. He can’t drive, but it seems like a minor hindrance.
Last week someone told Carlos that he was the easy winner of the Comeback Player of the Year award in 2021. He laughed and wanted to know if there were any plaques.
“It was crazy,” he said. “I was so foggy through all of this. Then I found out they would remove my organs without me knowing. I’m glad they waited two hours.
“I’ve seen a lot of people say nice things. I hear people say Twitter is bad, but for me it’s all good. And physical therapy has gotten really crazy. I go twice a week This woman, Janelle, taught me how to fall properly, how to shower, little tricks for doing anything. You never know what someone can teach you until you’re sitting there Helpless.”
You never know what you might learn from someone who left a place in the world and then took it over.
Thank a god who likes to cut things up close, and the doctor who took the gift and ran with it, and in particular, the word “is”.