When I first started wrestling, I didn’t know much—just rolled around like John Wayne, trying to figure it out. Shane, our neighbor and my dad’s best friend, saw that and invited me over. He used to wrestle himself and said he could show me a few moves.
What stands out to me now is that Shane gave me something incredibly valuable: his time. He took me under his wing when no one else did, and I learned a lot from him—not just about wrestling, but about patience, kindness, and showing up for others.
And Shane did show up—for every single one of my tournaments. Win or lose, he was always there, cheering me on like I was his own.
He was absolutely hilarious, too. You could always count on him for a good laugh, even in the middle of a tough moment.
I’ll always be grateful for those days in his for his presence at every match, and for the way he made people feel—seen, supported, and like they mattered.