My heart was pounding and all I could hear was a crowd of people cheering for the main event to begin. There was a group of people gathered around watching in awe as my opponent showed off some incredible pad work for a warm-up routine. I wasn't afraid, but the idea of ​​losing in front of my home crowd in Virginia didn't sit well with my stomach. Suddenly, a burst of energy hit my body, as I was a little tired from the fight the night before. I was twenty-three years old and hoping for a successful comeback. The five years apart from high school taught me a lot about hardship, sacrifice, and the value of time itself. Against all odds, I dared to return to the ring and regain a dream frozen in the infinite valley of the past. The decision to return to the ring presented many obstacles along the way. My daughter Aniya was just one year old, while I was lost in the contentment of my office job as a night security guard. Even though my shift lasted from midnight to six in the morning during the week, I still had a commitment to running eight miles a day along with four runs....