I didn't just get into Baylor. I made Baylor pay for it.
I'm a Flower Mound native, a former FMHS Jaguar, and the son of a Honduran mother who came to this country with nothing but a dream. That story — our story — is what changed everything.
My admissions essay was about a day on a beach in La Ceiba, Honduras — playing wiffle ball with a boy named Ariel who couldn't afford school. Raw, honest, and unapologetically mine. Baylor responded with a $140,000 scholarship to my dream school.
"The only difference between us was an opportunity — a reality this game of life granted us. I am blessed to always be two bases ahead. Now I must swing for the fences... for my teammate."
I credit every single blessing to God — and I believe He sent me back home this summer to pour into the next generation of Flower Mound. This isn't just a business. It's a calling.