Before I Got The Offer
I played Varsity Football and Lacrosse in high school. I had more passion for Football. I excelled in being tight end and I got offers to play Division I Football. I was good and I had the body of a Football player. I am broad shouldered, hunky, tall and heavy. I made a commitment to play for a college in my senior year in high school. College was difficult because I had to study and go to practice, but I gave in everything I had to both of those priorities. I did my best in games and in my classes.
I was a popular kid at high school. I was that hot athlete every girl was attracted to. It made me into cocky person but deep down inside I hated getting all that attention. I don't like to be stalked and talked about. I hated being popular in high school and college. In college, I saw a therapist because I was so depressed and irritable. We conversed and came to a realization that I don't like getting attention.
Money doesn't buy happiness. Too much money can lead into chaos. It has tempted people to make bad decisions. What's the point of having all this money if it's going to attract gold diggers and people who plan to sue me for monetary gain? I found a high paying job with my 3.92 GPA and I'm living a normal life. I have an awesome girlfriend who doesn't like me for the wrong reasons.
Football players don't usually live a long time. Their lifespans reach the 50s. I want to live longer than that. I want to see my future children grow and get married. I want to be able to see my future grandkids and great grandkids.
I'm very short tempered. Every year since freshman year of high school, I got into at least two fights in football games. I don't want the whole world to see me start fights on television. I hate getting into fights. I probably would've punched my fans if they followed me around. I don't want to be getting into fights for the rest of career.
The only thing I hate about Football is the high risk of getting injuries. I didn't want to risk the rest of my career being injured. It's not fun getting broken bones and concussions.
I sacrificed so much in getting a 3.92 GPA. I put so much time in studying foreign languages and my main major. Those accomplishments don't meaning in NFL. What's the point of letting it go down the drain? I never been so disappointed knowing that I wasted my time studying and getting good grades but received a free offer to make millions in something unrelated to that.