As far as I can remember, my life has been about football. I have always watched it and/or played it multiple times a week for years now. Watching it with my mom introduced me to football and made me love it at such a young age. I started to play football in the sixth grade, which is late for most people but everyone said I was a natural from the first time I stepped onto the field with that ball. I really enjoy sitting down with my step dad to talk about the recent or upcoming game for our favorite teams. We talk about the draft and what prospects we would like our respective teams to pick; this includes why we want them. We break down the player in every aspect. Along with football; I love to work out, play video games, and babysit kids in my free time. In college, I would like to major in statistics. My mom tells me stories about how I would do math problems, out loud, in my sleep. I would like to be an NFL statistician. An additional career I would be interested in pursuing is psychology.
Through football I have learned that nothing is guaranteed. In seventh grade I was the backup quarterback. This made me work harder than I ever had before, I knew in my heart I was better than that. By the next year, I was starting at my middle school. The same thing happened in my ninth grade year. In camp, I started out as the third string QB and within two weeks I was starting for the team. Football teaches you how to be more than just an athlete. It teaches you basic life lessons such as loss, teamwork, relationships, and much more. It teaches you not to depend on another person to better a situation and for you to do it yourself while at the same time teaching you to rely on your teammates. It teaches leadership, to live without fear and that sometimes a struggle is well worth it in the end.