When Justin was five years old he started playing sports. He started off playing baseball for CBF. His Dad was even his coach for a couple of years. When he got older he decided that he wanted to try something different. This is when he started playing football in the 8th grade. He was center linemen. The team it self was a loosing one but that never changed Justin's outlook on the game. He was one of the few that never gave up and stuck it out until his accident. He went threw some injuries to his knees but that couldn't hold him down. I asked him one day if playing with a loosing team and having knee injuries was all worth it. He said "I love football win or loose". Then he found another new love wrestling, which he didn't start until the 10th grade year. He was great, I was really surprised! He loved the head and arm. I know he had alot of friends and if he was here today he'd tell them all don't give up and always give 100% in anything you do. Justin was a soft spoken boy/man. He was more mature then most teenagers his age. Alot of people that had met him and the nurses in the hospital thought he was at least 18 or 20. Justin also enjoyed playing softball with his Dad for the church. He enjoyed snowmobiling, 4-wheeling and his motorcyle. When we lost Justin his Dad said I didn't only loose a son but I've lost my best friend too. Justin has touched so many lives in his short time here on Earth. Justin was also lucky to have his coaches as pallbearers. They weren't only coaches but also friends. I know that if Justin wouldn't have been able to play sports and be like his old self he wouldn't have wanted to go on in this life. So I believe that God knew and did what was best. We will see him again I am sure of it. So until then we have our memories and stories that still live on.