A small kid born in a corrupted government in a place that does not feel like the right home but a place where a player was born. Brazil was the birthplace, a place of birth without a father. Mom working like a dog as a cleaning lady for others through day and night. She came home every day for 10 years to a home without her children. She was happy that she was able to make money to support them. She was an action figure as two parents as the other one was never in my life to financially help. For 8 years, I was in Brazil moving from houses to houses with my brothers because my family did not have enough money to take care of us. While my mom was in the US trying to make money but not making enough. Brazil is made up of gangs, murder, drugs, and violence but God gave me an escape from falling into the devil's benevolence and sparked me with the opportunity to play soccer. My brothers, cousins, and I were made up of soccer as a kid. We played soccer where there was no field, no soccer ball, no team. To play with to play for or money to play on a team to afford. Soccer is not what carries on because it helped me escape from the community. It is because it is what I found joy in while having not enough money or food to try new things. That is why I will sacrifice as much as I have to for my family, friends, or teammates even if it means my life or body because somewhere around the world some have suffered as much as me or more.