If you ever have the opportunity to be that person who has a chance to walk into someone’s life when everyone else is walking out, embrace it, relish it.
For it is one of the most important roles you can have in someone else’s life – to be their angel.
I am here to tell you when a Brad Bruhn from Cortland or a Jon Egan from Roger Williams, or a Lonnie Morris from Johnson and Whales or a Shaun Lally from Muhlenberg or a Dean Zenie from Mount St. Vincent or a Joe Patrovich from LIU Post comes calling inquiring about your services to wrestle for their DII or DIII programs, to listen.
They are good people.
It took 5 years of Falling Forward, sometimes battling for inches at a time when miles were needed.
In the end, without the inches the miles aren’t traveled.
Perhaps the biggest pride I take in having wrestled is that I introduced the sport to my son.
The devastation, heartache, and pain were as you may imagine, unfathomable for us all, but I worried the most about my seven-year-old baby boy Mookie.
All the on the mat success is great, but I am most grateful to wrestling for being the glue which has kept my family closer together.
We hit a few tournaments, and he begged to go to more, but I wasn’t sure how deep I wanted him to get involved with a sport that failed me.
I was in the drive-thru at a Sonic when I got a phone call from an unknown number.
I answered it.
It was my doctor.
Wrestling is all about sacrifice.
It’s about giving up something you truly value, to hopefully get something that you value even more in return.
We went out of bounds and I saw the exhaustion in my opponent’s eyes.