Not once, but twice. Mentally and physically destroyed. Back against the wall. A ton of people gave up on me, threw in the towel, packed it up, nah.

Over 18 months of recovery, blood, sweat, tears into this journey. Let’s go back to summer of 2021, July 27th, boom. Planted wrong, felt a pop and a snap. ACL done; meniscus done. Recruiting process hanging in the balance, everything is out of my control now, had a rough patch mentally here, age of 16 you really are not prepared for this.

Fast forward to senior year of High School, growing up I know a lot of kids dream about senior year being this “going out with a bang” type of story, not quite. 3 minutes in, SNAP, CRACKLE, POP. Body completely goes into shock, rain hitting my body, hearing my heartrate increase rapidly, is this it? Trainers come on, parents, coaches the whole shebang. First time in a while where I genuinely bawled my eyes out, knowing this could be where the story ends.

Physical Therapy. Every day. 11 months. Plenty of occurrences, where I didn’t want to sacrifice any more than I already did, you have to think of your why? Why did I start to play this game in the first place? Early mornings, late nights, long drives for what? You begin to adapt and see the only person who can stop you is… yourself

Tomorrow afternoon, I get to continue my dream of playing lacrosse after some of the most brutal years of my life, and to say I’m blessed, is truly and understatement. You vs you .