Sports lessons are life lessons: Let trans Americans play 

From age four to 20, I was a wrestler. My father had been a wrestler, and I fell in love with the sport both for the competition as well as the time it gave me with him. I worked hard, and over my 15 years competing, I won five state championships.  

Above the door to my high school wrestling room, my coach hung a sign that read, “Every day I leave this room a better wrestler and a better person than when I entered.” And after every practice, each member of our team slapped that sign as an acknowledgment of the hard work we put in.