No One Has The Right

I Did What Sports Were Supposed To Be Like, And I Was Living In My Car. So You Know What, Fine. I'm Gonna Talk A Bunch Of Sh*t. I'm Gonna Pose In A Couple Of Pictures. And I'm Gonna Break A Couple Of Girl's Arms, And I'm Not Gonna Feel The Least Bit Sorry About It Because You Know What? At Least I Can Feed My Dog.

Even Before I Was A Fighter, I Was A Daddy's Girl.

A Belt Does Nothing But Hold Your Gi Together. A Belt Has Assigned Significance, A Belt Is Someone Else Saying You're Good, You Don't Need Other People Saying That You're Good In Order To Be Good.

Everyone Wants To Win. But To Truly Succeed - Whether It Is At A Sport Or At Your Job Or In Life - You Have To Be Willing To Do The Hard Work, Overcome The Challenges, And Make The Sacrifices It Takes To Be The Best At What You Do.

The Kind Of Hope I'm Talking About Is The Belief That Something Good Will Come. That Everything You're Going Through And Everything You've Gone Through Will Be Worth The Struggles And Frustrations. The Kind Of Hope I'm Talking About Is A Deep Belief That The World Can Be Changed, That The Impossible Is Possible.