In my family it is understood that we are dedicated to the sport of wrestling. Every generation of Bourbo has contained wrestlers who have committed countless of hours on the mat, working to improve their technique and conditioning. When a tradition runs in a family you do not want to be the individual who breaks the chain. With that in mind, I started wrestling as soon as I was able to. My early years of wrestling in middle school were my favorite years of wrestling for one major reason: they were stress free. As the pace and intensity of wrestling increased with each year, my skill level increased as well. By the time I was a sophomore in high school I was appointed as the youngest team captain in the school's history. Although I was honored to be the elected captain, I felt as if I had an overwhelming responsibility to set a positive example for the rest of the team to strive for. I was always on weight, completed all my exercises, and worked through countless injuries. All of my hard work was paying off by the time of my junior year, this can be verified with my undefeated record, when suddenly a freak accident that caused my right labrum to tear in my shoulder occurred during a region finals match. This injury required surgery to correct and resulted in my inability to compete in my senior season. My entire wrestling career taught me the most valuable lesson in my life, life is not fair.