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Austin Metcalf’s mother speaks with tremendous sadness about the loss of her son.

The mother of Austin Metcalf, a 17-year-old Frisco ISD student-athlete who was st@bbed and k!lled at a track meet this week, speaks with tremendous sadness about the loss of her son.

Austin Metcalf | Source: Facebook/kens5

Austin Metcalf’s Mother:

“This is because the kid was mad. My son is not here anymore and I don’t understand it.”

Reporter:

“Tell me about Austin. What do we know about your boy?”

Austin Metcalf’s Mother:

“He was the most amazing kid. So smart. He had college football guys looking at him to play in college. His goal was to play in college. He just wanted to play football. His life was going to the gym and working out and being a leader on his football team. He just had such ambitions and a drive that’s hard to find in a kid. He had such a good spirit and so many kids loved him. His brother lost his best friend.”

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Reporter:

“They’re twins, right?”

Austin Metcalf’s Mother:

“Yes, identical twins. They’ve been like… they are the best of friends. I’m so worried about my son because he’s going to have to face this world alone now. He had a brother that was with him the whole time and now he’s going to have to do it alone and I’m just so worried about him. I really am.”

Reporter:

“How was your son with Austin during the incident?”

Austin Metcalf’s Mother:

“He was there. They made him go away when they were doing CPR on him, but he was there when he was st@bbed and he was holding, I guess, the wound to keep it from… he was trying to save his brother. But I think he said he saw when he took his last breath and before the CPR came back in. So, from what I heard, he was unresponsive for five minutes. They were able to revive him a little, but I think it was just… it was too little, too late.”

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Reporter:

“What can the community do for your family?”

Austin Metcalf’s Mother:

“They need to support the kids at the school. Austin was loved by so many people. They just need to know that there are other people out there for them and not against them. You know? The football program at Frisco Memorial, it’s in the process and we want everybody to know that it’s a family and they’re there together.”

This one is tough to watch but it makes clear that Austin was tremendously loved.

RIP AUSTIN

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