My mom has helped me & shaped me in many ways. Mostly keeping me strong and yelling at me, but also keeping me motivated in what i always do in life. During my teenage years there were a lot of positives but a lot of negatives. Passings, missed opportunities, getting into dumb trouble. But I definitely did learn more and more while getting older and my mom was my biggest supporter.

Before August 5th which would be the "tryouts" for liberty. Knowing I already had connections with everybody on the team & some coaches, my life wasn't progressing. No permit, no job, no sports & nothing really going on. So i decided to get up off my ass and go. Not that i played a whole lot during the season but i DEFINITELY got better football wise and as a man. Grades were better, relationships were better, permit was got & life was good. Playing football for liberty for sure changed my skill & also my outlook on life.

Clothes taught me a big way on how to express myself & show how I am different, sometimes you don't have to yell to be loud. It could just be by your outfits, back when i first got into it i used to really go at it but now since i understand everything a little more the clothes are calm and less aggressive, but still very good. Or it would just be my normal athletic attire.

When i got first introduced to the team i was 14 and the standard was set high at this program. This taught me grit & how to want something in life and that it is not impossible to do anything. I was little and not the strongest but i had a little of the skill and wanted to build it and was obsessed with the game. From watching videos all night just about the IQ and skill of the game from endless hours on the field trying to get that spot. Fast forward 1st year I sit behind somebody and play a little bit, 2nd year i came back & started at my position and dominated at tournaments with going undefeated the whole season( 7on7 works like traveling to different states for sat & sun, playing 3 games each day first day is reg play second day is playoffs) with one loss in Colorado where this picture is taken. Before this trip my older cousin Jose aka Meg was killed.

Even though, my dad is not the smartest person in the world and can't stay out of trouble. He has definitely shaped me into the man i am today, teaching me things growing up from the streets but also from the books. Growing up with my dad was some of the craziest experiences and some of the best moments of my life. To the crazy thanksgiving family fights to the crazy Christmas gifts. But my dads side of the family really showed me how hard it was in the streets, not that my parents had it great cause we didn't, but my parents would always make sure i was good. So seeing the stuff that would happen as a child made me remember certain lessons in life. It could have been remembering a street thing that could save my life or such as solving an equation in class. My dad is now in jail serving until 2028. My plans now are to have everything well when he gets out, My plans will continue in cars.

Being with my dad and some of my cousins from my dad's side introduced me to the car side of life, it was over from there. Once i got older it was always cars with my dad or my little cousin just anything, fast forward to teenage years having friends with cars made me want to go out to car meets and cars & coffee just to continue learning something i am obsessed with. Some might have been a little dangerous but it was always worth it in the end & just a part of the experience. Now my plan is when my dad gets out to have a car with all the stuff we would have done to it & picks him up from jail since he is missing these years.

These people have taught me so much in life to lose them it felt like my world was falling apart. For my aunt and grandma on the right i was a kid and it taught me that nobody is here forever and life is precious. For Meg, I was about 16 and man can i tell you this man was my guardian angel. I can't say too much but he was known for being a shark in a car that's why we called him meg. The bond was different and he protected me.

When Meg was alive Me, Him and Justin would hang out all the time. To the point if you saw me you saw one of them or both. When meg died we didn't know how to hold up, but with each other we helped each other bounce back from our loss. More & more than I realized Justin was my Meg in a sense, after meg died it felt like Justin took over that role. I will forever thank Justin for holding me down and always staying around for me when nobody did till this day !

When my dad went to jail I guess i didn't really have that "big brother" or "dad" type of role model. I was the oldest in the house & when i met Eli everything always clicked with us. He always served that "i got you" role. Eli always taught me the ropes of things in life whether it was teaching me things in football or teaching me about food spots. The reason I put Eli in here is because he would do a lot of things that my dad would do to me, like certain words or certain gestures & it really reminded me that he helped turn me into a better man.