There was simply a culture of ethics that created a champion on the mat as well as off; a culture that’s hard to replicate elsewhere that highlights how persistent people begin their success right where others end in failure.
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.
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.
None of what will happen in my future would be the same had I not wrestled, and for that, I am forever grateful to this sport.
I have learned, at times I am part of my own journey and at other times I am here to help others with their journey.
The only part I haven’t figured out as of yet, is, which is happening, when.
In the game of life, I would call today a win.
I use to think it was tough being a wrestler’s girlfriend. But I was wrong.
Being a wrestler’s mom is tougher, and I love it.
I love telling stories about this sport and the people involved in it. It is my passion. Everyone has a story.
I would like to tell yours.
Thirty-three years later, what we understood now, that we didn’t quite comprehend then was it was the losses and not the wins that best prepared us for life. They taught us how to handle and come back from adversity.