I was always a small scrawny kid growing up. Everything I ate never put any weight on me. I was always bullied because I had a lisp when I talked. But I always had a few best friends.
I had to thank one friend for starting my career. His name is Julian. He was always a good friend. He helped me a lot. He was always there for me.
One day he came up to me and said, "you should join wrestling". I thought it was going to be like the kind of wrestling you see on the television. When I stepped foot on the mat it was completely different. I didn't know what real wrestling was. I don't know what I saw in that wrestling room. Whatever it was I liked it.
I even remember my first meet like it was yesterday. Coach said go out and try to win. Of course since it was my first year I wasn't that good. Within the first match I was pinned. I wasn't successful and the team members always made fun of me.
They always found a way to make me feel bad about myself. They made me feel like I would never be successful. But that didn't stop me. It made me start training harder and harder. More intense. More vigorous. Eventually I came to win my first match.
It was a wonderful feeling. Me actually being the guy on top. Finally being the one who got his hand raised. It was a wonderful feeling to be the winner. People who don't wrestle wouldn't know the struggle of making weight. Of working and training hard and not having time for your family. To go out and get beaten. Only to go out and give a beating the next match of the day.
There really was no words to describe the feeling of victory and there was no better feeling then seeing your coach get excited.
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From Falling To Hero
Non-FictionI was just about to head out. I didn't know what to think. I didn't really know what to say. All I know is I'm in for a wild ride. They thought I wasn't tough enough. They though I would never be able to do more with my life. But I proved them wrong.
