“Cowboy Up”

Twenty five years ago a child with hopes of being someone famous was born. He never thought his ultimately goal was to be a professional bull rider. He was born in the United States, because of destiny circumstances he lived in Mexico a few years. When he was a kid he loved his mom’s side of the family because they were ranchers. He enjoyed the afternoon’s riding; he was a passionate kid in love with the animals especially with horses and bulls. He loved to take care of his own horses as well as to show everyone he’s knowledge. He grew up in a loving environment that any kid could wish for. At the age of fifteen he decided to take an adventures path. It was in a family organized event where he rode the first bull. He took it as an opportunity to face his fears and prove himself capable of such. Without the consent of his parent he went to the rodeo. He never thought of the consequences that his actions would have had. He was confident to prove everybody that he was capable. He never thought the bulls could be so dangerous. Before the time was set for him, he went to see the bulls. He saw a black bull that keep staring at him but he didn’t pay attention. At that moment, he’s fears started to come up. He started thinking of all the thing that could of happen to him if he rode that bull. It was his turn, there was no way to go back nor regret. Everybody was waiting for his ride and the fears came back again. He had the courage to get to the bull even when he wasn’t convince of what he was doing. Adrenaline ran through his veins a mix of emotions that he couldn’t help but felt. He lasted 6.50 seconds on the bull and the rest was horrible. He injured his left leg and his right arm. The worst thing was that his parents didn’t know. That same night when he arrived home, his mom noticed something wrong and rapidly asked him “what’s wrong.” The feeling of guilt didn’t let him talk, after that the mom cleaned the wounds he apologize and talk to her.It was in 2007, when he came to the United States in search of opportunities. He continued to ride bulls with the goal of someday feel proud about himself. Like every path in life he had face obstacles. He had won, he had lost, but he never discourage himself of being better each day. He retired in 2013, even though he rides smaller and less dangerous bulls in “La Charreria,” which is the Mexican version. Up to this day I’m the girl who has been there with him, supporting him in every event. I have been the one worried with no clue of what’s going to happen next. I have been the one cheering him up, remembering his worth and telling him that every lost is an experienced learned not to fall under the same mistakes. Yes I have been the one who knows about his victories and his failures.