Back in 2020, when my time as an active Eagle came to an end, I wrote a farewell letter.
"Maybe one day in the future, when I've hung up my cleats, I can be in the company of the Eagles greats."
Today, that day has come.
But the view from here is different than I imagined.
I've had time to reflect on what my legacy in Philadelphia really means. The strength of a legacy isn't tied to whether you are remembered. In fact, my legacy has very little to do with me. Legacy is determined by the people who experience it. It's not about the work you put in or even the results. It's about what that effort _means_ to others. When we see a tree, no one thinks about who planted it; we just appreciate its fruit, its shade, its beauty. I'm proud to know that many of the things I contributed to the culture of this organization and this city are still alive. My legacy continues in the players who've come behind me and the next generation of leaders in Philadelphia. That's why this moment matters, not because I'm being lifted up, but because we can celebrate our shared experience.
To stand on this field again, without pads or a helmet, and still hear the cheers reminds me that the work _meant_ something. That it _still_ means something.
To the many loyal fans: Thank you, for challenging me, for embracing me, for making me one of your own.
To this amazing city: Thank you, for shaping me, sharpening my voice, and showing me how to lead with love and unwavering grit.
To my former teammates, coaches, and staff who walked this journey with me: This honor is ours.
And to the next generation, whether you're in the locker room, in the stands, or in the streets – know this:
**The seasons pass and records are broken, but the champions are never forgotten.**
Go Birds!
Malcolm Jenkins