(position: left tackle, age: 17)
My dad has owned his own company for 23 years now. He’s a logger, and he runs his own business. People don’t think of him as book smart, but when it comes to running his own business, he can figure out, for example, how to make something around the house instead of spending $2,000 on it at a store. He’s an intelligent guy.
When my little brother was in the hospital, my dad worked constantly. For those three years, starting from when I was two, my grandparents raised me. My dad would come up every Friday afternoon, pick me and my sister up, and we’d go spend a weekend in Dallas. Other than that, I was sitting in my grandpa’s house. My grandfather, he was my father figure. You know, I wanted to wear the same kind of hat he did to I had to have a pair of Wrangler jeans that had the little Wrangler sticker on the back of it, because that’s what my grandpa wore.
When my younger brother passed away, our family became even closer, because we found out what we had, and we realized we should enjoy what we have when we have it.
My dad coached me in football from second grade to sixth grade. He’s a great father. Anything that I need, he’s always there. There’s nothing more I could ask for. My grandma, before she passed away, taught me how to sew. She was a great seamstress. She made all my mom’s and aunt’s schools clothes. She sewed everything from jeans to wedding dresses. My grandma taught me how to crochet, too, but I never could get the hang of knitting. Knitting was a little bit harder, but cross-stitch, I know. And, of course, I can’t hardly go a day without seeing my grandpa, which is easy, because he lives about an eighth of a mile from my house.
(as told to The Recollective
at 4th and 1 Football Camp