08/23/2026
1991: Friends and Failure…
Looking back, 1991 was a major turning point in my life. To understand why, a little background is required.
My parents worked their asses off to send me to private schools. I was an above-average student academically, a student-athlete, member of Student Council… the whole package. I even started college with a small academic scholarship at the legendary Texas A&M University in College Station, Texas.
My first semester in Fall 1990 went well enough. I finished with a 3.0 GPA and everything seemed right on track.
Then came Spring 1991. That was the moment my self-discipline and self-image truly began to get tested… and honestly, I failed.
I joined a fraternity, Lambda Chi Alpha, and quickly fell in love with alcohol, parties, and chasing girls. Keep in mind, I came from an all-male Catholic high school with around 500 students. Suddenly I was a free man walking around a university filled with 20,000 beautiful Texas women.
I was not ready. No one is to blame but myself. My social life took off like a rocket while my grades crashed just as fast. I thought I was too cool for class or homework. Many nights ended at IHOP, drinking gallons of coffee while trying to cram months of reading into a few desperate hours before exams. I showed up looking like a freaking zombie. Yet somehow I always had enough energy to party and attempt to outdrink Thor.
It was not all doom and gloom though. I built friendships that still exist today. I learned hard lessons about priorities, discipline, and consequences.
Somewhere along the way, I forgot the, “work hard and play later” message my parents tried to instill in me. What should have taken four years took six. Eventually, in Fall 1996, I left college and joined the Army in January 1997. That was the moment I finally realized: “My head needed to be removed from my ass.” Thankfully, the Army did a wonderful job helping with that.
Looking back now, I honestly wonder how I survived my early twenties. I learned from my mistakes and eventually finished my undergraduate degree and even earned a Master’s Degree while serving in the Army.
Today, as a parent, my goal is to prepare my children for being on their own someday. I am not saying my parents failed me. They did not. I failed myself and them.
Failure is the ultimate teacher. You cannot rise if you do not fall. There is no light without darkness. Sometimes life feels like a hurricane. All you can do is charge the storm. That is what I remember when I think of 1991.