Most normal twenty-four year old people from my
hometown could say what they were going to do with rest of their lives by
the time they were seventeen. I am not one of those people. My
life has wandered down different paths that seemingly led to
nowhere special.
Sometime mid-March 2005, I made a fateful decision
to plunge myself into a life of hazard signs and warning labels. By making that fateful decision to join the US Army. The notion had been
creeping into my mind for a while. I had wasted another semester of community
college. My life was not heading down a road I had
wanted it to go down. So I made the call.
Before I left for basic training, I wanted to coach
football on some level. I knew one person that was involved in
coaching, my buddy Kevin. His son Keegan was nine, and the phrase involved in
sports didn’t do Keegan justice. Keegan’s team was a recreational league team. I
know that rec league isn’t the biggest stage, but I thought coaching would be fun. So, a conversation with Kevin led to me running
his son’s team’s defense.
The 2005 Douglas All-Stars. Many of these young men are still performing in the Coffee High Trojan Athletic Program. |
Let's Fast-forward three years after I joined the Army
I met a girl from Texas while in Arizona, we will
call her Sarah. She was working on her Master's in teaching. Sarah helped me
decide to be a teacher. She brought up the fact that I enjoyed watching
children use what they had learned. I remember having this "eureka" moment and
realizing what I was supposed to become.
A letter I received after making the Dean's List while attending S. Georgia College |
Now, it’s 2013, and I’m enrolled at Armstrong, which
isn’t by any means the University of Georgia, but for a man who didn’t have a
direction seven years before, is not bad. Once I found what I was meant to
be, I decided nothing will stop me from achieving my goal. If a door is closed, a window appears to throw a brick through.