I’m excited to announce that I will be furthering my athletic and academic career at Butler Community College! I’d like to thank my family, coaches, and teammates who have helped me along the way!
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“Society has gotten soft in a lot of ways... The real world is tough and cruel... I'm preparing my players for life." - Danny Hurley
(Via @RealDanZak 🎥)
I am not ashamed of my journey. My life will be a testimony.
But if I could offer a word of advice to any freshman, sophomore or junior athlete in high school it would be to just listen bro. All them adults in your life not just talking to talk. They been here longer. They done bumped they head already. They trying to save you from doing the same thing.
Do not make the mistake of thinking your talent alone is enough. It’s not. Talent open doors. Character and grades keep you there. And if you already messed up, if your GPA not where it should be, if your name been in rooms for the wrong reasons… don’t quit. Keep digging. You can climb out the hole the same way you dug it.
Class of 29, 28 and 27 hear me.
Take your grades serious. Choose who you hang around wisely. Protect your name. Word spreads fast if you a crash out. Respect authority. Nobody riding for you like your parents and coaches. Work hard when nobody clapping.
Do not wait until senior year to lock in. That GPA do not lie.
I’m still figuring it out myself. I’m struggling but I know God got me.
Be intentional. Lock in early. Pray. Show up ready to work.
I’m learning the hard way that my future is being built in the small decisions I make today.
Start now.
Sunday night
Christmas changes after 50.
Not in a way that takes something away—
but in a way that reveals what was always there.
When I was younger,
I thought Christmas lived in the noise.
The torn paper,
the last-minute assembling,
the full house,
the early mornings that came too fast.
I thought the magic was loud.
But now I know
it’s quiet.
It’s in the glow of the tree
before the day begins.
It’s in the memories that arrive unannounced—
some sweet,
some tender,
some carrying names I still miss.
After 50, Christmas becomes reflective.
Every ornament holds a season of life.
Every recipe remembers a pair of hands.
Every carol opens a door
to who we were then—
before we knew
how quickly time would move.
I didn’t understand back then
how fast children grow,
how parents age,
how suddenly a year becomes a memory.
But here I am now—
older,
a little slower,
and far more grateful.
Because Christmas after 50
isn’t about the rush anymore.
It’s about the stillness that settles in
when you finally realize
that time itself is the gift.
It’s holding the people you love
a little longer.
It’s releasing what never mattered.
It’s thanking God for another December—
another breath,
another chance to love well.
It’s sitting quietly
and realizing the greatest miracles
were never under the tree.
They were around it—
every child,
every answered prayer,
every ordinary moment
that turned out to be sacred.
Maybe that’s the beauty of growing older—
you stop chasing wonder
and start recognizing it.
So here’s to Christmas after 50—
where joy is gentler,
gratitude is deeper,
love is wider,
and the meaning is clearer than ever.
And if you’re reading this,
may you rest in this truth:
even as the years change us,
God’s love does not.
It was faithful then.
It is faithful now.
And it will be faithful
in every Christmas still to come.
Credit to the unknown author
You don’t have to be the most gifted.
Be the most committed.
Consistent effort, positive energy, and a willingness to serve the team — that’s what turns good into great.