What would you like people to know about you that they cannot learn simply by reviewing your high school transcripts and/or resume? Arms bleeding, legs bruised, and heart beating a million times per minute. My eyes were in excruciating pain as sweat drizzled down my forehead. It was ninety three degrees outside and the humidity was at its highest peak. A whistle blows in the distance and everyone took off in a dead sprint down the field towards the fence and back to where we all began. During that sprint I could remember thinking, what am I doing here at football practice when I could be at home watching television or spending time with family. The thought of practice coming to an end seemed deceptive. It was right then
