Growing up in Canada I was surrounded by hockey all the time. With so much talent all over Canada it was hard to be noticed, going pro is every Canadian kids dream but not many get to experience the feeling of being drafted. The rush of waking up on draft day is like no other feeling, but with all the excitement opens the door for extreme heartbreak... Unfortunately I was not selected in the draft, but being considered is an experience in itself. When I wasn't selected in the draft I was so bummed, I lost so much motivation to keep going, what was the point, no team even wanted to take a shot on me. but I was taught as a kid to work hard and good things will come. So that's what I did, I got up off my ass and got to work. Every day on ice off ice, doing whatever I needed to do to become the best player I could be, then I got the call. I'm about to sign my first contract and I couldn't be more stoked. I wanted to prove to everyone you don't have to be the best player in the world but good things happen to those who bust their ass every day for what they want, and that's what I did. you have to prove yourself every day, stay motivated and I cant wait to get my name on the cup one day...