Johnny Robinson

Johnny Robinson, a one-time terror in the defensive backfield for the Chiefs, today operates a home for wayward youths in his home state of Louisiana. (Vahe Gregorian/Kansas City Star/TNS)

 MONROE, La. — Johnny Robinson has absorbed, endured and otherwise navigated a form of rheumatoid arthritis in his spine that doctors once deemed “incurable,” thyroid cancer, non-Hodgkin lymphoma, a quadruple heart bypass and a severe stroke.

He figures the latter may have had something to do with all the “bright lights” he closed his eyes and willed away after jarring helmet contact back in the day with the Chiefs … not that he has any complaints about something he considers self-induced, if it is because of that.

His speech can be halting at times now as he summons words, he hasn’t felt much in his lower right foot for years and there’s been a blood clot for a while in a heart that will always feel a void from the murder in 1985 of his son, Tommy.

All of which might grind to a halt most mortals.

But most of us don’t have a conviction that surges within us like the 79-year-old Robinson does.

So like he has about every day the last 38 years, he went to the Johnny Robinson Boys Home that he bought as a spontaneous calling after visiting a 10-year-old who had been sexually abused in a correctional center.

Agonized by the despair of this child he’d known through church, Robinson felt beckoned by the sight of a “For Sale” sign  in front of the large house at 3209 South Grand.

Never mind that he hadn’t thought about such a thing before, had no funding plan or idea how to do any of what he felt compelled to take on in an enterprise that now has more than 30 full-time employees and currently houses 30 adolescent males.

“In the first place, I’m a Christian,” said Robinson, who for several years lived inside the home. “And I felt like somehow when I came out of that (facility) and saw what was happening to that kid, it just seems like I knew what my destiny was.”

If he could merely help this boy, or any other one, Robinson might have been content in his true life’s work.

Instead, something incredible happened on what is now a seven-building campus that features an indoor gym and cafeteria and separate educational building with 30 computers.

As it’s worded in a proclamation from Louisiana Gov. John Bel Edwards declaring May 1, 2016, a day honoring Robinson’s work, the home “has successfully facilitated thousands of youth from all over the State of Louisiana through this program.”

This has made Johnny Robinson whole and at peace.

So Robinson doesn’t as much yearn to be in the Pro Football Hall of Fame as wish with a certain serenity — at least outwardly — that this be made right.

“Maybe time won’t run out on me,” he said, smiling.

To need something and deserve it, though, are two different things.

Especially for a man many see as having redefined the safety position in pro football.

In fact, it’s preposterous that Robinson isn’t in the Hall of Fame — even more curious than the glaring omissions of former  Chiefs Ed Budde and Otis Taylor.

Which is why longtime AFL historian Todd Tobias is leading a campaign by gathering testimonials and initiating a petition  drive to help boost Robinson’s case with the Hall of Fame senior committee.

In August, the group will choose the candidate from this year’s senior pool (careers ending 25 or more years ago) for consideration by the broader voting group for the Class of 2019.

As it was when he was a six-time finalist in the 1980s, the argument for Robinson is indisputable.

And it’s even more so now, with the obvious earlier bias against players from the AFL — in which he played most of his career despite being drafted No. 3 overall by the NFL’s Detroit Lions in 1960 — proven flimsy.

In 10 years as a safety after two as a running back, Robinson essentially was the defensive quarterback for three AFL title teams and a Super Bowl champion.

He plucked 57 interceptions (only three players in NFL history had as many or more when he retired in 1971) and had a knack for making them count (the Dallas Texans/Chiefs were 35-1-1 when he had one) and producing in big games.

Robinson had two interceptions in the 1962 AFL championship victory over Houston, a pivotal one in the 1966 AFL title game against Buffalo and 11 solo tackles in the ensuing first Super Bowl against Green Bay.

And in the 23-7 victory over Minnesota in Super Bowl IV, Robinson had an interception and a fumble recovery … while playing with three broken ribs.

That game wasn’t just the last Super Bowl for the Chiefs; it was a watershed moment in pro football, reiterating that the New York Jets’ victory over Baltimore a year before was no fluke, and that the upstart AFL was on par with the NFL entering the merger.

Endorsements from former teammates to rival coaches and players reiterate the grit and savvy and skill that said more about Robinson than any statistics could.

In a letter supporting his candidacy, for instance, Hall of Fame receiver Lance Alworth wrote of having to prepare himself mentally for being hit by Robinson, who had the intimidating gifts of dealing punishing blows timed just as the ball was delivered.

“What is a Hall of Fame without him?” former teammate Chris Burford wrote.

Especially since Robinson not only was a member of the All-Time All-AFL team but on the Hall of Fame-produced poster of the best players of the 1960s in the AFL and NFL.

No wonder it strikes Robinson that he’s the only one so noted not in the Hall of Fame, a dereliction in voting that legendary Chiefs coach Hank Stram once called a disgrace.

“But I’m comfortable with it and just hopeful that I’ll make it in,” said Robinson, who wears his 1970 Super Bowl ring on his left hand and 1958 Louisiana State national title ring on his right.

If it seems unjust, Robinson’s step-son, Bob Thompson, has a theory: God’s plan.

If Robinson would have been selected in the 1980s, who’s to say what the future of the Boys Home might have been?

Certainly, Robinson and the family see their faith as instrumental in the work that will forever distinguish him regardless of whether he makes it into the Hall of Fame.

In fact, all of this started entirely because of it.

After a divorce and moving to Florida to be an assistant coach with Jacksonville of the World Football League, Robinson was adrift when the league folded and he began scouting for Stram, then with New Orleans.

Living on the beach and drinking too much, one day he entered a liquor store to buy whiskey and saw a neon sign for “Our  Father’s Bookstore.”

He felt drawn inside, where the owner invited him to church.

“Staggered” during the sermon by a sudden sense that the love of the Lord was real, as Robinson has often told the story, he dumped out the whiskey. He soon returned home to Louisiana to be an assistant football coach and head tennis coach at the school now known as Louisiana-Monroe, and became ordained through the World Ministry Fellowship.

He was an associate pastor at a church in West Monroe and a police chaplain when he met Jimmy, the boy who triggered this undertaking to help abused, neglected and troubled youths.

(His beliefs helped Robinson cope with the 1985 murder of his own son, Tommy, 22, who along with Paula Sims was killed when his car was rammed off the road in Mississippi by a man named John Wayne Edlin. When Edlin was sentenced to life in prison, Robinson visited him in jail to offer forgiveness and declined to engage in retrying the case when some judicial sleight of hand led to Edlin’s sentence being reversed in 1988.)

Robinson laments that he’s lost contact with Jimmy and some of the other early ones in the home. But his wife, Wanda, reminded him of Joey, one of the first, with whom they’re still in touch.

From Robinson’s doctor brother, Thomas, signing a note to get all the funding started  to a $100,000 grant provided by NFL Charities to a building donated by Alcoholics Anonymous to the assistance friends including former LSU teammate and 1959 Heisman Trophy winner Billy Cannon.

In his later capacity as a dentist, Cannon at times worked on the teeth of some of Robinson’s charges and helped raise money. His recent obituary asked that donations be sent first to the Johnny Robinson’s Boys Home, 3209 South Grand Street, Monroe La. 71202.

Even so, plenty comes out of the family pocket, whether it’s weekly allowances or what they spend for shoes or clothes with funds that exceed what the state will pay.

One of the reasons Michael Johnson, the direct care worker supervisor, has been with the Boys Home for 25

So, sure, recognition from the Hall of Fame would get more notice and be a terrific thing for Robinson.

Much as he deserves that bust in Canton, Ohio, much as his family craves this for him, it would be only the second-most meaningful achievement in the life of a man who stirringly reminds us what’s possible after the glory days.

“Johnny has never dwelt on it; he’s a peaceful man and never talks about it,” Wanda said. “He was the best, and I think he should be in the Hall of Fame. But he can be content. A lot of people can’t be.”

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