Michael Jordan Finds Out His Former Teammate is Living on the Streets – His Response Will Move You

It had been years since Michael Jordan had played alongside some of his former teammates, but their bonds still held strong. The Chicago Bulls had been a dynasty, and the memories of those days—of championships, teamwork, and the fierce drive to win—remained etched in his mind. But as Michael moved on to his business ventures, his philanthropic efforts, and raising a family, life had taken him far from the hardwood. He didn’t think much about those days unless he bumped into an old friend or received a text from someone in the loop. That is, until one phone call changed everything.

It was a Tuesday afternoon when Michael’s phone rang. The name that flashed on the screen was one he hadn’t seen in a while—Brad Sellers, a former teammate from the 1980s Bulls teams. He picked up the phone, a smile crossing his face as he remembered the good times on the court.

“Hey, Michael! How’ve you been?” Brad’s voice was warm, but there was an undertone of urgency that Michael couldn’t ignore.

“I’m doing well, Brad. It’s been a while! What’s up?”

There was a long pause before Brad spoke again. “Mike, I hate to bring this up, but I’ve been trying to reach out to you about something… something that’s been weighing on me.”

Michael furrowed his brow, sensing that this wasn’t just a casual catch-up. “What’s going on, man? You okay?”

Brad hesitated. “Well, I’ve got some bad news, and I didn’t know how to tell you. It’s about Craig Hodges…”

Michael’s heart skipped a beat. Craig Hodges was another member of their championship-winning teams—a key player who had contributed to their success, especially with his three-point shooting and veteran leadership. But as the years passed, Craig had fallen out of the NBA spotlight, and Michael hadn’t kept up with his old friend.

“Craig? What happened?” Michael’s voice was filled with concern.

“Mike, Craig… he’s living on the streets. No one knows how he ended up in this situation, but the man who once wore a championship ring now finds himself homeless. It’s been tough to watch, and I’ve tried everything to get him help, but he’s reluctant to reach out.”

The words hit Michael hard. Craig, the same man who had been a crucial part of their legendary team, was now struggling to survive on the streets? Michael couldn’t believe it. He remembered their time together on the Bulls—the laughs, the practices, the long road trips. How could this happen to someone who had been there, right beside him, on the path to greatness?

“I need to do something, Brad. What do we need to do?” Michael asked, his voice steady but filled with emotion.

Brad gave Michael some details about where Craig had been seen, and Michael promised that he would personally help in any way he could. As soon as he hung up the phone, Michael called his assistant and made arrangements to locate Craig. It didn’t matter how long it took—Michael wasn’t going to let his former teammate continue to struggle.

The next day, Michael flew out to Chicago. He was determined to find Craig and offer whatever help he could. It wasn’t just about giving money or finding a temporary solution—it was about restoring dignity, offering a path forward, and showing his old friend that he wasn’t alone.

It took a few hours, but Michael eventually found Craig sitting in a rundown alley behind a small café. His clothes were tattered, his face weathered, but there was no mistaking who he was. Craig looked up, a glimmer of recognition in his eyes, but it was quickly replaced with skepticism.

“Michael?” Craig asked, his voice hoarse. “What are you doing here? You don’t have to do this.”

Michael knelt down in front of him, looking him in the eye. “Craig, I’m here because you’re family. You were part of something special, something we built together. I’m not leaving here without making sure you get the help you need.”

Craig shook his head, a tear slipping down his cheek. “I don’t want charity, Mike. I’m fine on my own. I don’t deserve your help after everything that happened.”

Michael placed a hand on his shoulder, his voice firm yet compassionate. “You don’t have to deserve it, Craig. You were there for me. You were there for all of us. We won together. Now, we’re going to help you get back on your feet. Whatever it takes.”

Over the next few weeks, Michael worked tirelessly to get Craig the help he needed. He arranged for Craig to stay in a rehabilitation facility where he could receive both medical care and counseling. Michael made sure that Craig had access to financial advice, job opportunities, and even a new place to stay. But more than that, Michael remained a constant presence, checking in on Craig, offering words of encouragement, and reminding him that he was still part of the team.

As the months went on, Craig began to heal. Slowly but surely, he started to regain his confidence. He took part in group therapy, reconnected with old friends, and even started training again, rekindling the love he once had for basketball. Michael’s support was unwavering, and as Craig’s life turned around, the bond between the two friends grew even stronger.

In the end, Craig Hodges didn’t just get back on his feet—he rediscovered his worth and his place in the world. And all of this was possible because Michael Jordan, the same man who had stood by him on the court, stood by him in his darkest hour.

As Craig took his first steps back into the world with a renewed sense of purpose, he turned to Michael and said, “Thank you, Mike. I don’t know what I would’ve done without you.”

Michael smiled, his voice soft but full of meaning. “You don’t have to thank me, Craig. We’re family. Always have been, always will be.”

And in that moment, Michael Jordan didn’t just prove that he was a legend on the court—he proved that the true measure of a champion lies in how you lift up others, especially when they need it most.