Growing up in a handball household, I learned about the game at an early age. My mother played professionally in Romania, and came to the United States and played for our great nation as one of the best goalies the USA has ever seen step on the court.
I was first introduced to handball when my mother was still playing back in 2000. I would go to the Air Force Academy in Colorado Springs and watch her block all of the shots from the cadets, and they could never figure out why they couldn't score on such an amazing goalie. I became so fascinated with the sport to the point where I couldn't put my handball down. I never heard the words, "Go outside and play with that ball, or you'll break my lamp!" Just kidding, I heard it all the time. But eventually, she would come join in and throw the ball around with us.
The hardest part about handball always came whenever tournaments came up. I remember missing my mom whenever she left for training and for tournaments with the USA. At 8 years old, all this little girl wanted was to play with her mommy.
That part of my dream came true a couple years later. I got selected to be on the Senior National Team at the age of 16 and play with my mom behind me in the goal.
She would block a shot, and I'd take off on a fast break, and the connection we had was always there. She'd know where I was running and I knew where she was throwing the ball. We made a great team.
My mom has taken the time to make me the player I am today. Everything that I learned about handball has come from her, and she is the reason for my sucess.
While I give her most of the credit, I cannot forget about the generous donations along the way that have helped me get to where I am now and make me a better handball player.
With that being said, I need your help to make my dream come true. Any amount helps, and you will be able to run with us on the Road to Rio!