When I was about nine years old, my parents took me to see a live show in Tampa. After the show we went outside to try to get autographs from all the guys. I saw all my favorite wrestlers walk right by me, such as Big Boss Man, Christian, D'Lo Brown, The Rock, and Austin (I was little so I had a lot).
Out of all these guys, there was only one man that came over to a little kid on the side of a rail instead of the girls so he could give an autograph. It was Christian (just wait for the title to show). Now my favorite wrestler was the only man to pass up the girls for one second to give me an autograph, ONE guy. I wasn't even the only kid there either; there were like 10 of us and they all skipped us except him.
After this, I was so sad and angry I actually just stopped watching or only watched to see Edge and Christian before turning it off. I hardly ever cared about it anymore until one Saturday. I was at Celebration Station with my mom, and I remember it like it was yesterday.
I was playing skeeball and just saw everybody swoop to the door. I thought something had happened but I was little and really just wanted to play. As the crowd gathered I saw what they all were hovering over. At the time a WWE newcomer, Eddie Guerrero was there with family (I can't remember if it was one or two daughters) and he broke away from the crowd telling everybody no to the autographs.
I just thought he was a prick and didn't bother looking at him. I was waiting in a line for bumper cars when these two teenagers cut in front of me and this little girl. What happened next changed my thoughts on wrestlers forever. Apparently the little girl was his daughter and he came up and made—and I mean MADE—these guys move.
He then waited with his daughter and when the line came to us there were two cars left. His daughter told him to get on with him but he actually turned to me and said, "I can't the young man was here first." I was shocked he actually would do that. I thanked him and went on the ride.
After the ride these two girls asked him for an autograph, but he said no, and they were hot. As we were leaving the parking lot, no lie, Eddie walked over to me and my mom and ACTUALLY gave me an autograph. I never asked him and never expected him to do that, but he did.
I don't know why he did it or what made him do it, but that little gesture changed my thoughts on wrestlers forever. It made me think that while there are those guys that skip kids for the girls, there are the real heroes of wrestling.
I would like to thank this great man for forever changing my views on wrestling. Without this event occurring, I can honestly say I would not be watching WWE today or writing about it.
Eddie Guerrero, thank you very much, RIP. A great wrestler, but even a better person and I will always remember that.