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Brent Lagrave

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Have you ever been last picked to play kickball or basketball in school because you were either too short or not athletic enough? How about high school? You only hung out with a couple people because you didn’t have the right clothes or the right shoes, or you didn’t hang with the right people when you were a freshman. Even though you were the middle child, you always felt left out.  
But then you’d go to your grandparents’ house, and suddenly you felt like you were on top of the world — until the next day, or that Sunday night, when you had to go home.  
Through that whole time growing up, you knew you were bound for something great, but you didn’t know what it was. And while trying to figure that out, you felt like an outcast from your whole family.  
You finally grow up, get a 9-to-5 job, settle down, and throw away your dreams of becoming a pro bowler or working in NASCAR. But nothing changes — now you’re just the outcast, the black sheep.  
And then one day, you find out your wife has been sleeping around on you with pretty much the whole town — and even with your own family. And the one family member you considered a brother turns his back on you.  
One day you meet the girl of your dreams. Everything is great. A couple years go by, and you put her through hell, and she’s still there. But she knows she’s hurt you as well. And the truth is, you both can’t stand to be away from each other because you love each other so much.  
Hi, my name is Brent LaGrave. That’s pretty much my life story. I’ve been knocked down so many times I lost count in the third grade. I was born deaf and pigeon-toed. By six months old, I had my legs broken and reset. I had to wear those Forrest Gump braces until I was six. By the time I was eight, I had reconstructive surgery on my ears seven times.  
My whole life, no matter how hard I tried, I could never be good enough for my family. Everything I’ve ever gotten, I worked for. Nothing was ever easy. By the time I was sixteen, I bought my first car — an ’86 Dodge Daytona. I had to put a transmission in it, but it was mine. I drove it for three days and it blew 
But i push forward every day.

The only ones I have left are my girl and my two dogs.