Life has thrown A-plus linebacker Tommy Lawhorne a curveball, but the valedictorian of his class, Academic All-America surgeon, and goodwill ambassador extraordinaire has taken a stiff-upper-lip approach to managing illness — just as friends would predict for the handsome native of Sylvester.
Those informed of Tommy’s circumstance first need to understand that it is not football-related. He does not have Alzheimer’s and can lead a productive and fulfilling life following the dictates of an inquiring mind.
Tommy has been diagnosed with cognitive impairment and is now focusing on a healthy diet, engaging in daily exercise, and playing brain games on the computer. He appreciates the importance of staying socially active, which is not a challenge in that he has friends across the state.
Lawhorne’s charming wife, Susan, always his confidante and devoted companion, is the ultimate familial caregiver and continues to be his intellectual partner as well as dietitian and driver. They continue to travel and seek an inquisitive and probing lifestyle, which has always characterized their abundant lives. How they met and became a lifelong couple is an interesting story. When UGA teammate Mark Holmes told his girlfriend that he had a friend who went to the library every night without fail, she smiled and said, “I have a friend who does that, too.”
That friend turned out to be Susan. “We should get them introduced,” Mark said. So, they did. You know the rest of the story.
Studying together made Tommy and Susan want to spend their lives together.
Constantly reading books and magazines remains a staple of their marriage.
Following Tommy’s retirement from a successful medical practice, the Lawhornes moved to Sea Island, connecting them geographically with their son, Tom III, also a doctor, and his family, who live a few streets away. Their daughter, Gervaise Gerstner, a highly regarded dermatologist in Manhattan, visits as often as possible. Like most their age, the Lawhornes are preoccupied with the activities of their grandchildren. Football players of his time paid Tommy the highest compliment of being a good teammate.
He always had a bent for humor, keen on wisecracking with them and springing practical jokes.
His roommate was Ronnie “Wild Bull of the Flatlands” Jenkins. They were the odd couple.
Tommy, the engaging intellectual, and Ronnie, the aw-shucks country boy, who entertained people with his toothless grin and downhome vernacular.
When the Athens Touchdown Club honored Jenkins last fall with one of its flashback tributes, Tommy made the trip to Athens to join in the celebration of Ronnie’s great game in 1966 against Florida, the same game that prevented Steve Spurrier from winning the SEC championship as a player.
Over the years, whenever a fellow player was suffering, Tommy reached out to teammates to let them know a friend was in distress. He counseled family and friends. He attended funerals and wakes.
His friendship with Paul Handmacher was one of great poignancy. A South Georgia Southern Baptist and a Northside Atlanta Jewish kid were brought together by playing college football.
At the height of their professional years, Handmacher was given to calling his former teammate and driving the 81 miles from Montgomery, Ala., to Columbus for lunch. Those were warm and emotionally fulfilling sessions when they recalled the high times of being part of a successful college football program — and the gratifying benefits of a warm and enduring friendship. They didn’t discuss religion, politics, the environment, the Middle East, or the national debt.
They expressed their appreciation for having won an SEC championship in 1966 and reminisced about the plays and circumstances that brought the title about.
There was talk about family and teammates, their love for alma mater, and their pride in the University of Georgia’s growing reputation as an institution of higher learning.
When Tommy and Susan settled in on the Georgia coast, he discovered that state residents could enroll in classes at state-supported institutions and audit courses. That was like Br’er Rabbit being thrown in the briar patch.
Tommy continues that pursuit with the greatest of personal appreciation. Like a chocolate sundae with a cherry on top, growing up in Sylvester in the ‘50s, he just can’t get enough.
Proud of his small-town upbringing, Tommy often harked back to those days of his youth. He read constantly and did the things many Worth County boys did growing up: went to Boy Scout camp, hunted quail, had a paper route, and played the piano. He even picked cotton. The first major book he read was The Bible.
After being selected in 1963 as a delegate to Boys Nation, Tommy met President John Fitzgerald Kennedy in Washington.
He later wrote the president a letter. Kennedy wrote him back.
My guess is that none of his classmates at Johns Hopkins had those experiences and, in all probability, never even read about such. This well-roundedness has been an ally throughout Tommy’s life.
He speaks endearingly of his teachers along the way, including his chemistry teacher in Sylvester.
“He was so good,” Tommy says. “He made chemistry a breeze in Athens.” He had the same regard for his UGA professors when he got to Johns Hopkins. “I was well prepared,” he says. Tommy Lawhorne is an intellectual who has always had the common touch.
He has never had an issue or a challenge he could not manage, which should bode well for him with his latest challenge. History is on his side.