Losing family members is never an easy thing. If there's anything I've learned from losing family members, it's that they serve as reminder that life is short and tomorrow is never promised. We need to live each day with the mindset that tomorrow is never promised. That moment of realization came to me when I heard how I lost my teammate and friend, Johnny Tolbert. My very first time meeting Johnny was at age 11, at an off-season workout for our rec team. Many kids that I normally met at these workouts were very outgoing and just eager to play, despite us being green to the sport of football. However, Johnny was a quiet kid; his soft-spoken personality mixed with his large stature was amusing to see, as he was most reminiscent of a gentle giant. As the season progressed, I began to asses him as a player. He wasn't the strongest or fastest kid on the team, but his work ethic separated him from a lot of kids, and it undoubtedly contributed to his presence in games. I was convinced that there wasn't anything in life that he did halfheartedly; whatever he did, it was done with his upmost effort. One example of his work ethic that I remember vividly was conditioning: a lineman's worst enemy. Our coach wanted us to run 2 laps around the field to end practice. I finished the laps before him, leaving only the linemen in last place to finish. Many of the linemen dreaded the conditioning so much that they would stop or walk, but Johnny would continue to run without stopping, despite his tears and weariness from the laps. He made sure that the job was done. It was at that moment where I gained a major amount of respect for Johnny, as I seen that he was determined to get a task done despite the struggles he faced, running off of pure determination. I admired that out of Johnny, and watching him changed my life. I began to take pride in putting my tasks and responsibilities first despite looking adversity in the face. It didn't only benefit me a person, but it also benefitted out team. Me and Johnny were part of the Panhandle Wildcats rec football team, in Clayton County, Georgia. We became a very close-knit team from the offseason to the postseason, and in 2015, we were able to call ourselves champions as we defeated the College Park Rams in the SPYFL Championship. Johnny had a standout game himself, as he had a sack and multiple tackles for loss. Despite the team disbanding and heading to different parks after the championship year, we still remained close. However, as time passed, I was notified by my parents that Johnny was hospitalized from a heat stroke that he suffered from a strenuous off-season workout. I remember going to the hospital to check on him and seeing him hooked up to machines, and seeing his parents on dismay. It concerned me greatly, but in the back of my mind I knew that the one thing Johnny was doing while on that hospital bed was fighting. This gentle giant that I knew wasn't going to let anything like this simply overtake him. Unfortunately, after a long battle, he passed away weeks later. Johnny was 12. It hurt me so deeply that a young soul like this had to leave this early, but it opened my eyes as to how short life really is. No one is promised the gift of waking up to see tomorrow. Therefore, we must fight for our dreams and turn them into realities today in the moments were we still have breath in our lungs. As I head into college, I carry this philosophy as well to remind myself of my goal and who im doing all of this for.