The following is based on true events.

Mames and locations have been changed to protect all involved. Ever since that night I was different.

Hey, he made it.

Hey, come on.

I've always been a determined kind of God, but I have to admit. I went to a period of self-doubt long before coming to Cali.

There was a point where all I could see were walls, like not just any walls, brick-fucking walls, like three to be exact. Behind wall number one was my advancement in the league.

Behind Wall Number two was the validation I felt I never got from my family.

And behind Wall Number three, well, I get to that later.

Suffices to say, I felt caged.

But I believed if I could focus on not, I can at least one wall down when the rest might fall as well, like dominoes.

So I turned my focus to football and I was starting to pay off in a big way.

I remember we were playing. And that was starting to pay off in a big way.

I remember we were playing a home game for we denying against a team with a much better defensive linemen. I mean, we barely got past the last game with Ream scoring that touchdown.

But this was going to be different.

I mean, I can see it before he'd admit it.

But those guys, Ream wasn't going to get downfield past a 40-yard line.

And then, at the top of the fourth quarter there was a fumble.

He's hitting wall after wall. Get him off the fucking field. Hey, get over here.

Yeah, yeah. Find their pockets and all ass move. Got it. I was

getting more and more field time each game. Finally proving myself on the

field and it felt amazing.

And I was playing different, more precise, more assured, more confident.

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