If I have to be honest everything that happened yesterday was kinda surreal. I managed to become the first Spanish men to go in the finals in swimming in 20 years, I spend the entire evening in the lobby with no other than Enzo Buckley. To be honest, Enzo is a pretty nice guy, he's not what I imagined. He told me about certain things about him that I never thought was possible. I didn't think talking with that guy could be so conforting and fun. I told him about my past and so did he. I thought he was a snob, selfish guy that only thought about his success and reputation. I didn't think that was completely the oposite of what I was thinking. He told me that sometimes he pushes himself too much, that nobody can completely understand his feelings. He told me he knows that he's one of the best in the world but sometime he wishes swimming was for fun and not competition. He also surprised me by talking about the fact that he feels too much pressure from the world and his family. He said he told me all this stuff because he kinda knew I would understand. Lucky for him I do undertand him since I had a difficult childhood not only that I had it rough when I was young. Remember when I said my parents weren't the richest of them all? For the first few years of my life my parents struggled to put food on the table, taking care of the expensens for me and other basic things. They still continued smiling, pretending everything was okay for the sake of me. It wasn't until I was four years old that my dad got a job that payed a lot of money, enough to buy every essential things. It was also at the time that my parents wanted more children but my mom always miscarried. They still didn't have enough money to go to a firtility clinic so they ended up abandoning the idea of giving me a sibling instead they decided to raise me the way they could by being the most supportive parents. Back in my school years, I wasn't so lucky, I was always bullied because I was too reserved and shy. At first it bothered me because what could I do? I was only five but trough the years I got used to it and it didn't inpact me as much anymore. When I was seven years old I started swimming to pursue my dream (the Olympics). It wasn't easy, I was always treated poorly. They always told me I wasn't stong enough, I had to stand up for myself, that I had to be better and the one that hurt the most is that I will never make the olympics. That is the number one thing that I couldn't stand being told. When I was 9, a classmate of mine found out I was training to swim to become an olympian one day but unfortunately for me that classmate didn't take it well. He started harassing me and than later started bullying me physically too with some of his friends but as I was told when I was young that I couldn't stand up for myself so that's what always happened. I always let them bully me because I didn't care because as long as I continued swimming for my dream I was going to stay happy. One day in middle school, it got so bad that classmate, pushed me down the stairs and broke one of my arms and one of my legs. I tought my career was over. My parents were made aware of it and changed me school. My old coach used to tell me that I was never gonna be able to swim professionally again because I broke an arm and a leg. I was completely depressed. I took off school for six weeks and went back again. Sure I never was bullied like before but I still got remarks here and there. There was only person that stayed by my side that wasn't my parents . He was and is my only friend I have. He came one day and started talking to me. At first I didn't want to be his friend but once I realized he never was gonna be mean to me I slowly became his friend. I later open up to him about my carrer being over. He never juged me. No instead he pushed me to try and train again. To which I did. My coach at the time didn't want to coach me anymore because he thought I had no future in swimming. My parents heard about that and they decided to change coaches for real. The new coach that they found for me is named Mr Ricardo. Mr Ricardo is deffently a nice coach. He started to coach without any doubt or judgement and he even made me an image. That later was used when I was 14 when judges invited me in their competitions. Like I said earlier I never won a medal but at least it was that. Mr Ricardo is why I'm even in the Olympics right now. I had the chance to try and qualify in the 2016 Joahannesburg Olympics but I didn't qualify. The people from there said it was simply because I wasn't good enough. You guys know the rest of what happened afterwards. Mr Ricardo is still my coach that is currently with me in the swimming center. Speaking of which I heard my name. I have to stop overthinking if I want to focus on winning my first ever medal. As I enter the place I met with an Enzo smilling to me with the biggest smile I have ever been given in my entire life. I didn't think we were that close to the point that I deserve the biggest smile in the world but he seems to think so than I don't mind since he's giving confidence and reassurance. He should focus on him and I should focus on me and than well, we'll see what happens.