57th out of 65.
I grew up in a tiny town in western New York. I was a terrible high school student. I graduated 57th out of 65 kids in my class.
Around the same time, my family went bankrupt. My parents separated, and I ended up sleeping on a cot in the corner of my mom's new apartment.
I enrolled in community college and got straight A's my first semester.
Then I wrote a letter to the University of Tampa. The message was pretty simple: I screwed around in high school. My family had been through some difficult times. But look at what I'm doing now. Give me a chance.
They let me in.
I still remember opening that acceptance letter and crying with my mom.