Oxnard-- Sometimes, you make mistakes you can never fix that you end up paying for all your life. It may sound silly, but it’s happening to me this week.
LET me back up to the point of the mistake. I was in eighth grade, and the opportunity came up for me to join the youth wrestling team. My best friend Rey was on the high school team, so I went to a practice with him that included a big trip to the weight room, and I decided it was for me.
My friends Rey, Jorge, and I practiced moves and tried to develop our skills, with the end goal being winning a slot on the high school varsity team. I wrestled during the day and lifted weights at night. I liked lifting weights and getting in shape.
Then my father decided that we needed a new and better life, so he took a job in Denver, Colorado, and took us out of New York.
Unfortunately, I didn’t exactly fit in during high school and was looked at as the weird New Yorker in Colorado. I continued to wrestle but did not focus on the attention and dedication required to…
