I am the youngest of twelve children. Growing up my siblings teased me that I was the baby of the family and I would always push back that I was not the baby but the youngest. It was my effort not to be categorized, as a baby because that meant weakness and I wanted to be just as tough as my seven brothers. Almost every Sunday afternoon, we played some sort of sport like football or softball. We always had enough kids to have 2 teams of some sort. My favorite sport was football and my favorite quarterback was my brother Jon. He was the best at leading the charge to out maneuver the other side. He taught me how to run a post pattern and how to run towards the center of the field and just look up for the ball. We would practice for hours preparing for a “game.” I have to say he taught me more than football moves on the field. He taught me about how to grab onto life and make the best out of every opportunity that we are given.