NFL

On April 27, 2025, I got a call from the Cleveland Browns.

They asked if I had received an invite to a camp. I hadn’t but they explained what it was about. I asked how long I had to decide, and they gave me a little time. I hung up the phone and sat with it.

Truthfully, I was torn.

At that moment, I wasn’t even sure if I wanted to keep playing ball. I talked to my community the people who know me best and they said, “Why not give it a shot?” So I called back and said, Let’s rock and roll.

The Browns flew me out. And when I arrived and saw the shuttle bus waiting with the Browns logo printed big on the side it hit me. This is real. That moment was special. A childhood dream right in front of me.

I got fitted for a helmet, signed the paperwork, handled the medicals, got the playbook and just like that, we were off. Meetings. Prehab. Practice. It was time to show up and show out.

Walking into the locker room, seeing the team gear, it was like, Wow this is an opportunity a lot of people dream of.

Day one was solid. We competed. I was excited.

But day two? Day two was special.

I made one of the best catches of the camp one of those highlight-reel moments. But strangely, that same day was also my hardest day mentally. I was drained. Not physically spiritually. I started asking myself: Is this really what I want?

Later that night, sitting alone in my hotel room with the playbook open in front of me, I felt something deep. A kind of knowing. Not fear. Not doubt. Just truth:

This isn’t it.

And that’s wild to say. Because most people spend their whole lives chasing that NFL opportunity and here I was, in it, with everything in front of me… and I felt ready to walk away.

Was it selfish? Or was it self-awareness?

I’m leaning toward the second.

When they told me I didn’t make the team, I wasn’t crushed. In fact, it felt like relief. Because deep down, I knew I didn’t really want to keep playing. Not anymore.

And here’s the truth:

I thought football was the dream. But I’ve come to realize my purpose is bigger than that. I’m called to change the culture of my generation (Gen Z). I’m called to speak life. To build something that heals people. To serve God’s vision, not just my own.

The NFL wasnt part of the journey if it was I would be there. And I’m not ashamed to say that.

You weren’t meant to do everything.
You don’t have to follow what everyone else thinks you should do.
You have your own journey. And that’s a blessing.

So I WAS IN THE NFL FOR 3 days...