B2 Your Choice

The topic that I am choosing to write about today is the people feature option. I want this blog to be an insight on my life and life lessons through racing motocross and the best way I can do that is talking about people in the industry that got me where I am today. I will first talk about my father and how he shaped me throughout my racing career. It all started when I was 4 years old when my dad went and bought me an RM pw 50 dirt bike and I could barely reach the pegs. The very first thing that my dad did was remove the training wheels from the motorcycle because he wanted me to learn and not rely on something holding me up. Of course I fell countless times, scuffing my elbows and knees, but I learned how to get back up and to keep going. My father made sure that he instilled a toughness in me at a very early age so that I would learn how to get back up. This has carried with me throughout my life to this day. I know it sounds cheesy, but it is something I think about daily. I have gone through many trials and tribulations in my life to get me where I am today. Another example of a time where I was forced to get back up came when I just turned 14 years old. I was with my dad at a a small local race in Tri Cities where my main competition was one of my best friends growing up. My friend, Cole, was beating me into the first corner all weekend, so my dad told me if I pulled the hole shot he would buy me a new pair of goggles. I was more than excite because all I had to do was hold the throttle on longer then Cole. It did not go as planned I guess because when I woke up in the first corner there was my dad and EMT’s standing over me. I was then life flighted to Harborview in Seattle with a ruptured IVC artery near my heart. At 14 years old doctors were telling my family members to get to the hospital as fast as they can because they did not know if I was going to make it through the night. I remember laying in the bed for those two weeks in pain and just thinking about how bad of a situation I was in. Then something happened that would alter my life to this day. My dad has always pushed me to get back up, but this time he told me it was okay to stay down. That resinated with me because my dad has been my driving force of toughness and confidence throughout my life and he was scared. I realized then and there that I had to get back up and not quit and to not show fear, I thought this is finally my moment to show my dad who I really am. A year later I was finally cleared to start racing again which was the best decision of my life. The moral of this story and the reason I chose to write about my father is because I would not be who I am today without those experiences. It showed me that the world isn’t fair and it will beat you to your knees and keep you there if you let it. I choose everyday to not let it beat me down and strive to keep pushing and pursuing my goals.