Being this my first blog and all I think I should give you a brief outline of my life so far... sound good? You really don’t have a choice anyways do you? I came to the great state of Utah when I was 2. I grew up a happy little boy, dreaming of one day being in the NBA just like all the other aspiring little children. I had no other hopes or dreams, there was no plan B, just basketball. I started off as a horrible student because of it I think. Teachers thought I had ADD, ADHD, Dyslexia everything in the book. Yet my loving mother kept me afloat; guided me through after-school classes and reading sections. She even took me to kids psychology courses were I’d get to mess around and talk to strangers, at least that’s how I took it. Thankfully to her, I grew out of it and started to take school seriously. In high school I ended up getting awards galore in both academics and extracreculars... without the need of my mom’s help.
As for my dream of the NBA was far from hand. Of course, I may be tall and sure I made the team every year, but there was nothing I didn’t have to work for. I never stood out of the crowd, or even out of the average Jo Shmo. But I had heart and to me, that’s all I needed. So I worked and from a fat, slow, uncoordinated kid I got myself to be a strong, powerful, and soft-handed athlete. Almost every morning, before school, you could find me shooting free-throws or in the weight room doing anything I could to show the coaches that I meant business. I never started in high school till my senior year when I became the team’s leading scorer. But that didn’t last for long. I soon fell back down the toadum poll, but I wasn’t going to let this happen. I soon wrote a letter to my coach, Coach Melessa, about how I felt and what I was willing to do for the game I so dearly loved. A love note to basketball if you will. I gave it to him before practice early monday morning, Martin Luther King Day. He was moved and I was determined. I worked harder than I every have that day. Maybe a little too hard... During our last drill of the day, my knee buckled. It didn’t seem that bad at the start. I hobbled off to the bench and the practice went on.
Yah people where sad for a while, but they forgot eventually. In response I was depressed for a long long time. For me at least. I would outlet all my devotion to other things like my relationships with my friends and family and my love for food. I went from cooking here and there for my family to winning third place in FCCLA Iron Chef competitions. From then on I knew that I wanted to make a living out of Culinary Arts. I was good at a lot of other things too, but I had a passion for cooking. Every aspect of it inspires me to learn and grow not only food in general, but different cultures and lifestyles, too. I knew what I wanted to do with my life, but there was something I needed to do first. Since my knee surgery soon after that tragic day there was a part of me that was missing. I could not feel like myself without basketball. So I decided that I would do everything in my power to play at the college level. Ever since I've gone to Crossfit every single day training, working, chipping myself into the athlete I knew I should be. Now I'm going to Utah Valley University proving myself everyday to make my place on their team. I haven't gone a mission (which is cardinal sin to most) but I'm doing what I think I need to do. It may be totally wrong to my peers, but it's right to me. Live goals are really are really important to me.
So now that I've pretty much caught you up to the present it's time to go to make your way to my blog and click the follow button. Hope you will enjoy my continuous story.
Yah people where sad for a while, but they forgot eventually. In response I was depressed for a long long time. For me at least. I would outlet all my devotion to other things like my relationships with my friends and family and my love for food. I went from cooking here and there for my family to winning third place in FCCLA Iron Chef competitions. From then on I knew that I wanted to make a living out of Culinary Arts. I was good at a lot of other things too, but I had a passion for cooking. Every aspect of it inspires me to learn and grow not only food in general, but different cultures and lifestyles, too. I knew what I wanted to do with my life, but there was something I needed to do first. Since my knee surgery soon after that tragic day there was a part of me that was missing. I could not feel like myself without basketball. So I decided that I would do everything in my power to play at the college level. Ever since I've gone to Crossfit every single day training, working, chipping myself into the athlete I knew I should be. Now I'm going to Utah Valley University proving myself everyday to make my place on their team. I haven't gone a mission (which is cardinal sin to most) but I'm doing what I think I need to do. It may be totally wrong to my peers, but it's right to me. Live goals are really are really important to me.
So now that I've pretty much caught you up to the present it's time to go to make your way to my blog and click the follow button. Hope you will enjoy my continuous story.
