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For the love of wrestling

        For the love of wrestling

It's a long hard and lonely journey walking along the path of a true and righteous warrior. Along the path I have lost many good and righteous friends. Along the path I have witness much heart ache and pain. The path is not for everyone even though everyone at one time or another believed they had the heart and soul to walk on this path. But through trial and error many have fallen off this path. Never to regain there footing or find there way back to what was once familiar and comfortable to them. I was once told by an elder that the key to succeeding on this path is to drink a lot of water and walk slow. No rush my brother take each trial one at a time and face adversity straight in the face. Do not waver in your beliefs. Through all the hardships that may befall upon u on this path, continue to walk with dignity and self respect. Don't let ur emotions dictate ur actions. Fight the good fight my brothers. For every situation big and small presented to you my brother on this path. Shall be used as stepping stones to reach your zenith . And every trial and tribulation is put before u to strengthen u to prepare u for future battles. Thats why it is imperative  that a warrior on this path face his fears and learns from his mistakes. And when the journey becomes unbearable and your every step feels like there is a thousand pounds on ur back, don't faulter or waiver continue to move forward continue to raise ur head ever so proudly. For u are setting the example for generations to come. Che Gueverra once said I do not fear death, for when I fall there will be another to pick up my rifle and continue to fight the good fight.

Jose

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