or amend as an individual. The easy part is losing, accepting a loss is hard.

Throughout my life, I have won several competitions, from a basketball tournament to

a chess match, and even a spelling bee, yet I have lost twice as many. Every time I go

into a competition, I am focused on winning, an feeling victory and admiration, and not

even for a second do defeats cross my mind. My father, a well built man with the voice

of a lion and a face to match, beat into me the idea that winning is everything, at the

age of six. At that age, I absorbed everything that came out of my father’s mouth like a

sponge. My father was very competitive, since he grew up without a father figure; he

felt the need to prove himself capable of accomplishing anything. He would enter me

in a two “on” two basketball tournaments, sponsored by Nike, every summer. I was

scared to know what he tell if I loss, since in the past he would taunt me by calling me

loser. After losing a chess match, a game he loved to play, he raised his hand in the

air, and would have brought it down to smack me if it wasn’t for people around us. My

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Ana School, Loss Losing, King Queen, Red Lobster, Joel Mondragon”, Soul Train, accepting loss, chess match, basketball tournament, dance floor, hummel announced, disc jockey,