The Story of My Story
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Dekota Gregory
Dekota Gregory is a Cherokee Indian from Locust Grove, Oklahoma, who stands firm in his faith and belief of God’s plan. In 2018, he graduated from Oklahoma State University, where he met and lost his best friend and roommate. But through the experience, Dekota ultimately met the love of his life. Dekota felt God called him to use his writing talent as a sports journalist to share the story God gave him.
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The Story of My Story - Dekota Gregory
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About the Author
Dekota Gregory is a Cherokee Indian from Locust Grove, Oklahoma, who stands firm in his faith and belief of God’s plan. In 2018, he graduated from Oklahoma State University, where he met and lost his best friend and roommate. But through the experience, Dekota ultimately met the love of his life. Dekota felt God called him to use his writing talent as a sports journalist to share the story God gave him.
Dedication
For my Savior and my wife, without whom, this book wouldn’t have been possible.
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Dekota Gregory (2021)
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All of the events in this memoir are true to the best of author’s memory. The views expressed in this memoir are solely those of the author.
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Gregory, Dekota
The Story of My Story
ISBN 9781645755302 (Paperback)
ISBN 9781645755296 (Hardback)
ISBN 9781645755319 (ePub e-book)
Library of Congress Control Number: 2020923821
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Acknowledgment
The Lord gave me this incredible story to share and put even more amazing people in my life to make everything possible. This book would not be possible without my wife, Sara, who supported me through everything. She’s the love of my life and the reason behind all of my accomplishments. My parents, siblings, grandparents, aunts, uncles, and younger cousins have been my biggest fans no matter what I do and gave me the confidence to achieve any dream I’ve always wanted to. Of the amazing people outside of my family, Brandon tops the list. Not even an entire book can describe how impactful you were in such a short time, how much I love you, and how much we all still miss you. Ms. Cavazos is like having a little bit of Brandon still on Earth, and I wouldn’t have written this book without her blessing. I also couldn’t have published this book without everyone at Austin Macauley, who had faith in me and my work. Lastly, for the children I’ll someday raise, I know a book is forever, so I want this one to always be a reminder to pursue any dream you have, trust in God’s plan for you, and know that all these people I mentioned, and many others, love you and will do anything for you.
Introduction
I’d still have a love story with the same girl if what I’m about to tell you didn’t happen. Or else I’d like to think so. When we told people how we met, it definitely wouldn’t garner the same reactions it does today. But sometimes I do still tell people that we just met through a mutual friend. It’s technically true, and much easier than going into detail.
Without this story, I could honestly tell people, We met through a mutual friend,
then whoever asked would slip a smile, and that part of the conversation would conclude. What I say now forces people to automatically react with, Aww,
then they slightly tilt their head and look at me as if I was just laid off.
Brandon would have eventually talked my wife into giving me a chance. He would have texted me throughout our first date and immediately after to see how it went. Even without what we had endured in our real scenario, I think my wife and I still would have clicked without suffering the lost we did. Brandon would have been thrilled.
Brandon would have been the one who eventually helped me pick out a ring to put on her finger and devise a plan for how to propose. He would have given me a pep talk before I asked for her father’s blessing. He would have given me another speech on my wedding day, assuring me I was making the right decision before I handed him, my best man, the rings.
Brandon would have gotten a lecture himself, as well, from my bride-to-be, to protect the rings at all costs. It would be similar to the talk she gave him before my bachelor party, during which he promised, through an ornery grin, to keep me out of trouble and without a regrettable tattoo. The rest of my groomsmen would still be laughing at stories from the bachelor party as we helped each other get tuxes on in a tiny room with one body-length mirror, hangers, and athletic clothes scattered across the cement floor. Like he did before every job interview I had during college, Brandon would help me tie my tie as he repeated, You got this, bud!
But of the five men standing next to me on my wedding day, Brandon wasn’t one of them.
No one texted and asked how our first date went. I was by myself when I bought the ring. I created a plan on my own. I encouraged myself before talking to my future father-in-law about having his daughter’s hand in marriage. Someone else planned my bachelor party and had to listen to my bride’s threats. It was a group effort before the wedding to calm my nerves.
As a Christian, I’m supposed to say Brandon was there with me on my wedding day, as well as every moment before and since. But Brandon wasn’t really there, or else I could have seen him beaming or heard his laugh. Because on November 12th, 2016, Brandon, my best friend, my best man, never woke up.
I’ve told thousands of stories but never my own.
It’s been my job since I was a junior at Locust Grove High School to share others’ stories. I’m a sports journalist. It’s the career I’ve dreamt about pursuing since I was in the fifth grade. All through elementary and middle school I kept my own stats and wrote stories about the games I watched on TV in a black one-subject notebook. As a high school junior, I got a part-time job with the local newspaper, traveling across Northeast Oklahoma to cover the Pirates, barely making enough to pay for the gas to drive my cherry red ’02 Chevy Silverado everywhere I needed to be.
The dream of one day actually getting paid to watch sports and write was what consumed my life. It determined how I spent my free time, where I went to college, where I would eventually call home, knowing I had to escape my tiny hometown of only 1,300.
Writing other people’s stories should have been my story. But apparently, my story is a love story. Or a tragedy. You can decide, I guess. It also has comedy, filled with mischief that only two college boys can get into. There are romantic gestures and a car wreck. There’s even a puppy.
So maybe my story has everything to be a great tale. But despite that, I never thought to share my own story. I was taught as a sports writer to make athletes, these superhumans, look like normal people. And to make normal people look like those superhumans. I’m neither. I’m obviously not superhuman, and I don’t think anyone has a normal story, so I’ve learned. But none of the writing I’m about to do was taught to me through experiences or while earning a bachelor’s degree. Because, as I said, I’ve shared thousands of stories but never my own. None like this.
I also want to be real. I wouldn’t write this unless I was being honest. At the church I attend, they preach, Real people finding real hope, and experiencing real life in Christ.
They put an emphasis on being real. That’s why I share mistakes and experiences I’m not proud of. That’s why I express emotions you may find strange. I can’t expect you to trust my story if it’s not even real.
So, here I am, starting to share my own story. I’m not in a press box, though. I’m writing from my best friend’s bedroom. It’s where I’m living right now, but I’m not rooming with him. Brandon died almost two years ago.
I’m living with Brandon’s mom until I get married a month from now. Ms. Cavazos, like my mom, made sure I didn’t move in with my fiancé before the wedding. Brandon’s bedroom had been empty since his passing, and since he’s pretty much the reason I’m about to get married and live in a different state now, he owed me a place to crash for a bit.
If you’re not caught up yet, I’m writing from my best friend’s bedroom who’s no longer alive, but his death ultimately introduced me to my fiancé, so now I’m living in their hometown in Texas with Brandon’s mom until the wedding. But it’s really much more complex than that even.
This story is probably just as much about Brandon as it is about me. Without Brandon, there would probably be no story at all. But as much as I wish Brandon was also the end of this story, he’s only the beginning.
Chapter 1
I’m honestly probably the most boring part of this story.
Like I mentioned, I’m an aspiring sports journalist. Of all the networking and handshaking I’ve done, I’ve never really met a truly interesting sports journalist. Most are white old men, usually raised in a middle-class family. That’s me, I’m just not old, yet.
I’m Native American, like most folks in Oklahoma. I’m a member of the Cherokee Nation, but you probably couldn’t tell by just looking at me because of my white skin and light-brown hair. My hair has even been close to blonde during some times of my life.
My looks can be deceiving, though, I guess. My appearance wouldn’t hint that I’ve finished high school, nonetheless, I have a wife and a college degree.
I’m a Christian, dragged to church every Wednesday and Sunday, sometimes more, growing up with a mom and stepdad, who still lead the youth group at my home church. I’m not ashamed to say that’s the most important part of who I am, and the biggest reason this story of mine was possible. God created this story; I’m just writing down