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Inspiring read for grinders:
Many of my friends and family told me that there is a lot of speculation about me: that people are saying my story is fake; i don't exist; i am some mystical force, and; I even eat babies for breakfast. I am surprised and flattered (and a little scared), but I’m nothing so mythological I’m afraid. I'm just an ordinary 18 year old kid who loves to play poker.
So, this is my story.
I was born in 1992. I was 4 years old when my Father died. I don't remember much about him, but from the stories I hear about him, I know he was a great man. I was raised by my Mother and although it was just the two of us, we got by. She worked hard to support me and make me happy. I watched her struggle and her selflessness and determination affected me strongly in life.
I attended an international School and studied hard. I was a good student and would enter into a lot of math and writing challenges, winning many of them. I finished my GCSE's with extremely good grades.
Growing up I aspired to be a professional footballer. My Mum would always tell me that my father admired brave men, that he admired men who took risks and took life by the horns. My dad was never there to watch me play and teach me like other kids, but I would practice football obsessively. In time I got good enough to play on the youth team for Sporting Lisbon, where I was on my way to play for the national youth team. I've also played Tennis a lot since I was 5. But when I was 13 I had a bad knee injury that barred me from playing the game again. It crushed me at the time, but soon after my interests shifted in other directions.
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I think his name is not Jose, but instead is Scalabrine. I know this because you reek with the stench of humility.
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