I think when you look back on your early childhood days, you remember the first person who got you to fall in love with the game. For me, it was my father. If it weren't for my father and his passion for the great game of football, it is entirely possible that I would not have been the player I am today. I remember my pops slinging the pigskin around the backyard with my brothers and me and how hard he would work us so that one day we might become pro football players. One of my worst but most memorable moments is when my father passed away. When my father finally succumbed to the cancer that plagued his body it meant that I would have to become the man of the family as my other had passed away when I was a young child. It was incredibly tough raising my two brothers while training to become a pro football player but if it weren't for the rigorous lifestyle that my father put us through then I don't know that I would have made it. I am proud of my life and even though I haven't been all that I can be, I still gave as much of myself as I thought I was capable of.
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