I grew up playing baseball at my old school, and for a long time I thought that would be the sport I’d stick with. But when I moved in 4th grade, everything changed. I had to make new friends, adjust to a new town, and find a new community. Many of the friends I made were passionate about lacrosse, and they encouraged me to give it a try. In 6th grade, I finally picked up a stick for the first time and I was instantly hooked. The speed of the game, the skill involved, and the team energy drew me in. From that point on, I dedicated myself to improving, practicing constantly, and learning from teammates and coaches.
Since taking that first step in 6th grade, I’ve dedicated myself to improving my skills and understanding the game. Through off-season training, team practices, and competitive play, I’ve become a smarter, faster, more reliable player. Lacrosse has pushed me both mentally and physically, teaching me how to lead, communicate under pressure, and work toward a common goal. It’s become more than a sport -- it’s a space where I challenge myself, support my teammates, and grow every season. I’m proud of the player I’ve become, and I’m excited to keep pushing my limits.
The number 8 has always been special to me. I was born on December 8th at 8:08 PM, and ever since I was young, I’ve considered it my lucky number. When I started playing sports, choosing the number 8 felt natural, it’s a reminder of where I come from and the people who have supported me along the way. Wearing it on my jersey gives me a sense of confidence and connection every time I step onto the field. It’s more than just a number; it’s a part of my identity and something I’m proud to represent.
On May 15, 2024, the last game of my sophomore season, my mom passed away. Losing her changed everything about how I view the sport and the way I play. She was my biggest supporter, always cheering on my team, encouraging me to push through tough practices, and celebrating every small improvement. Now, every time I score a goal, I honor her. I place my right hand on my heart, kiss it, and point to the sky, letting her know that I did it for her. It’s a reminder that she’s still with me on the field, pushing me forward, giving me strength when I’m tired, and pride when I succeed. Lacrosse has become more than a competition, it’s a space where I feel connected to her, carrying her memory with me in every game, every moment, and every goal.
The day my mom passed away, I was completely crushed. Everything felt heavy, but I made the decision to play in that final game with my head held high and dedicate it to her. When I arrived at the field, my teammates formed a line and hugged me one by one. Their support reminded me that I wasn’t alone, and it gave me the strength I needed to step onto the field.
I went into the game overwhelmed with emotion, determined to give everything I had. Within the first ten seconds, I scored. The entire sideline erupted, not just because of the goal, but because everyone knew exactly who it was for. That moment lit something inside me, and by the end of the game, I had scored a career-high five goals. After the final whistle, my coaches handed me the game ball. I signed it in honor of my mom, a permanent reminder that even in the hardest moments, I can find strength, purpose, and connection through the sport I love.