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That what Mark says it all was.  Destiny.

When Mark attended orientation for the freshman at the University of Michigan in June, one of the counselors walked up to him and said, "Oh man, the rowing team is going to come after you."  Asking what he meant, the counselor explained that the rowing team is always looking for tall, skinny guys.

Fast forward two months...

Two weeks before Mark started school, he received a postcard in the mail from the Michigan Men's Rowing Team, asking that he attend one of their orientation sessions.

Fast forward two weeks...

Two hours after Mark's audition for placement within the School of Music, he was attending the orientation session, and walked out on Cloud 9.  The nicest guys in the coolest sport.  He knew he wanted to be a part of it.

Fast forward three weeks....


After working out with the rowing team, Mark had tryouts on Tuesday (I keep mistakenly calling them "auditions"--yeah, musical family, what??).

Fast forward 24 hours...

I got a phone call, Wednesday morning, and just by the way he said, "Hey, Mommy" I knew he had made it.

Rewind 6-12 years...


Never would John have guessed that he would be the proud dad of a University of Michigan athlete.

As Mark says, it must have been destiny.

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  1. MarkSeptember 22, 2011 at 6:41 PM

    Yeah BABY!!! I always tell people when they ask me why I picked rowing that Daddy always wanted us to be Basketball or Baseball players. The problem was, the sport is just too darn competitive and hard to get into. Of course, the reason rowing was so perfect is out of the 40 kids on the team, only 4 have EVER rowed before. So we're all in the same boat(: haha that's punny!

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  2. katrinaSeptember 23, 2011 at 10:23 AM

    Way to go, Mark!!!

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  3. AnonymousSeptember 24, 2011 at 1:57 PM

    A big CONGRATS to you, Mark! Woohoo!

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