At 4:30 on a Friday afternoon playing football. The game was a quarter final game and everything was on the line. Running on the field to kick a field goal and feeling a pull in my right leg. Going down and not able to stand just broke me. Just thinking my whole career is done and nothing to do. Doctor said I had a muscle hemorrhage and my season is done, nothing to do about it. Just sitting on the bed just dripping in tears and just thinking how it ended. Just hearing and seeing everyone social media post about me not coming back just made me work through the pain and pushing myself to get better. I just wanted to prove all those doubts that people had.
Waking up every morning and just sitting up ready to walk out the door and just looking at my leg. Just thinking about what went wrong. It tarred me piece by piece till I had almost nothing left in me. Going to physical therapy was not the fun thing to go do. Doctors did so much to help me get back but i couldn’t take it no more. I was in so much pain I didn’t want to do anything. I was ready to give up on everything I have done. Listening to my best friend Lala saying “never listen to the people around you. Those people will bring you down because they want what you have.” Three months of pain was heartbreaking. I was so depressed, I totally gave up. I couldn’t take the pain that I wanted to grab a saw and just cut my right leg off.
My father waking up 4:00 every morning with me and being there for me to get me back. Lifting and running just to get bigger and better. I just wanted to prove everyone I’m not done and I’m coming back to the next level. Coming back and playing was the greatest feeling. Playing on the field next to my brothers on Friday under the lights was fantastic. Just to compete against the top teams in Hawaii was great. Winning first team all-state was a huge accomplishment. Things were just piling up one by one. Everything was going great.