Mr Espinosa
1997 CGSH football team named you Jesus Crist. Why? Because after the opposing ball carrier ran over everyone you would always make the tackle making you our "savior". You were a warrior on the field, a stud on the wrestling mat, and my brotha in the streets. We partied hard in the 90s, got in a couple club fights, and made many dum decisions. However, you always kept it real. Sugar coating was not your thing. Brutal honesty was what I always admired about you.
Your accent and sense of humor are embedded in many of my memories. The '98 Orlando trip ("I like you, how bout that") is by far one of the funniest trips of my life.
I deeply regret losing contact with you. Our paths took different routes but I know in my heart that you made a positive influence to everyone who crossed your path. My deepest condolences go out your family. May you rest in peace mi hermano. Esperame allá arriba con un 3 caballo, fría.
