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.
I was always told to wrestle every match like it was my last, but I never believed my last match would come before I expected.
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.
My son is a wrestler.
He is a lightweight in stature, but not in heart.