A Lobo's Journey

Welcome to this short 5 picture story about a Lobo's journey through life as of today.

       I remember attending my first day in kindergarten. I was of course scared, didn't know where I was being taken and what to expect. I had a little milk carton-like candy that had small rounded candy in it and when my mom dropped me off with the teacher, I dropped it by the door. I tried to run towards the door to get my candy. The teacher thought I was trying to escape so she grabbed a hold of me and I began to cry, desperately trying to reach the door. As I was struggling with the teacher, my mom kept telling me that it was going to be ok, that she would be back to get me soon. I was crying so much that I couldn't speak; all I did was point my hands towards the door. It was normal for kids on their first day ever in school to throw a fit, so even at that young age I could understand why they were trying to calm me down. It wasn't until the teacher’s assistant saw my candy on the floor and gave it to me, that I stopped crying. As soon as I had my candy, I was a happy kid.

       I remember doing a lot of mischievous behavior towards my teacher. I struggled to be “normal” and not get in trouble but I was just a little boy, being a little boy! I had a crush on a classmate and now I believe I would do mischiefs to try to impress her. I was too shy to ever tell her I liked her though. But to my surprise, she was assigned to be my dancing date on the graduating ceremony. We practiced for a couple of weeks and I enjoyed the whole process but I was still too shy to declare my puppet love to her.

       My kindergarten experience was a great one, which taught me the importance of communication and the importance of achieving goals in life.

       

       I was brought to the U.S. at the age of 12 but I went back to my native Mexico after turning 16. It was then that I was introduced to Boxing. My uncle was a professional boxer and it’s now a coach. He invited me to train and I quickly fell in love with the sport. I was able to compete 6 times, beginning my amateur career with a record of 4 wins and 2 draws. The boxer in the longer shorts and red shoes was the one I had those 2 draws with.

       I was forced to return to the U.S. because I could not continue my education in Mexico. Coming back without my parents was not easy. I had to give up boxing to concentrate in school and work to help pay the bills. When my parents finally were able to come back, I was too caught up with school, work and friends that I lost interest in boxing. Boxing was always in the back of my mind but I lacked the motivation to go back.

       As you can see next, I was successful in graduating high school. It was not easy but I knew I could do it. My high school experience was not the typical one where one is an athlete and has abundant school spirit, goes to prom and all that. I was more on my own with a small group of friends just going through the educational system.

       Several years passed by and in September 2009, I was encouraged by my good friend Julio Vargas to join boxing once again. He helped me get my physical done and helped me get the paperwork together. Since then, I have been training and dedicating myself to Boxing with a great passion. Even though life always finds ways to make our dreams difficult, our wisdom helps us brake down those obstacles.

       So here I am, doing what I love and always striving to be the best. My life goal in Boxing is for my name and legacy to become common knowledge. Boxing has taught me to never give up, that failure begins in the mind. If you THINK you cannot achieve something, you are right until you do it and prove yourself otherwise. Now I’m back in school and to be successful in college, I've been using the skills and discipline that boxing has taught me. I’m a winner and that’s the mentality you need.