I can see it clear as day, I feel it like it has already happened. I’ve just been drenched with Gatorade, there’s still about 40 seconds left on the clock. It’s absolute chaos on the field, in the stands, and in my chest as my heart continues to pound. Players are coming up to me screaming, thanking me and saying we did it. While coaches try to squeeze in hugs and handshakes amidst all the craziness. Right before the clock hits 00:00 I turn around and see my mom, my dad, Ava, and Katelynn. I throw my arms up ironically thinking “I told you so, and can you believe this is actually happening!” At this point it’s hard to hold the tears back (and even now I’m emotional writing this), because they are the only ones who know how much effort has gone in to this one single moment.
Dedication, hard work, persistence, doubt, anxiety, pain. You name it I’ve felt it, but I have never, ever given up. The horn sounds and our team rushes the field as State Champions, as I start to run over to the other coach I slow down, look up and rejoice, saying “thank you” to my Lord and Savior. Not, for letting us win a state a championship football game. No, believe me I understand in the scheme of things how minuscule that is. But more importantly, for giving me a vision, seeing me through it all, and never leaving my side.
The key: Work hard believing that good things will happen for you at the right time.