I was a junior in high school, nothing more. I was a statistic, on the verge of becoming nothing. All interest in school and becoming something better had vanished from all aspects of my mind, not considering myself to be a terrible kid, just mislead, not understood, maybe a little confused. Not knowing what life had to offer, what school had to offer, genuinely I still do not, but I know more now than I did then. Inevitably if you want something you have to go out and grasp it; our drive is our passion, we have to create the utmost implausible future that we are destined to have. At the time that was something I did not believe, in the moment I did not believe in much of anything. Something was missing and I did not know what it was, wanting to be different, not wanting to be like every other existing teenage statistic in this world, a screw-up. I am my own mind, unique, I just had not found my flame and had it not been for my best friend I do not think I ever would have. Now usually what I’m about to say may shock most, mostly because they can’t believe it to be true or just blatant ignorance. My best friend was a female wrestler, yes a female wrestler and I myself soon to follow; when you think of wrestling most people think of WWE for some reason, that is not real wrestling, wrestling is not entertainment; meaning it is not something that should be paraded around as a joke and to me that is what WWE is a joke. To be a wrestler, a female wrestler at that it takes strength and willpower, mental and physical willpower. Entering a world of a male dominant sport as a female you are putting not two times but three times as much work in as any other guy, day in and day out. And this is exactly what I needed, although truthfully I didn't join for all the right reasons; I mean really, male dominant sport, hot guys, sweat, abs it was a match made in heaven. So yes I went to a couple of practices, I watched I learned but more importantly