As I was being delayed in college because of my choices, I started using illegal drugs but I got bored of it. When the people close to my heart got curious about drugs, I took it upon myself to introduce it to them so that I can control how much they use for their first time and they wouldn't overdose. I never got addicted with any substance; may it be alcohol, cigarettes, recreational and prescription drugs. I did try to abuse it didn't work. So when my friends found out that I never get hooked on anything, they asked for my help to get over their addictions.
So, when sophomore year came around I was prepared for a season of a lot of minutes and a lot of basketball. But, that 's not how it went. I got some minutes but I was held to a higher standard than all the other players so I would often get benched for the smallest of mistakes. I was frustrated and the joy started to come out of basketball. Then as my junior year came around my next sticking moment came.
Even though I lost I knew I had gotten into his head mentally because I didn’t see him since he ran into the locker room mad because I had embarrassed him and since he knew he was very lucky to get the win. Since I knew I had one or two more chance to wrestle Nerine in the state tournament in two weeks I felt I had brought him down a little bit mentally which I could use to my
The dynamics of a game of basketball very well correspond with the adversities I faced, hurdles I overcame and achievements I made in life. On my first experience as a professional player, with the entire stadium packed with players, coaches and basketball lovers I became extremely nervous and missed a couple of shots. The shots I missed cost my team dear and made me so apprehensive that I could not even attempt another basket. However nebulous it might seem but it was this and many such experiences that played a vital role in making me the individual that I am. Playing basketball for more than a decade, I have come to realise that sports offer a great metaphor for life.
The Persians finally came bringing in their thousands. After they came close, we then charge through the wall, the dead bodies plummeting down onto the Persians. Suffocating them as they could not breathe. We continue on with our battle, killing every Persians in sight. After 15 minutes of mayhem, we heard a loud voice exclaiming ‘shoot!’.
It was like a movie scene after a war, but instead, it was happening right in front of our eyes and was flipping and destroying everything that we have worked for around here. The faces of people around me are something that shattered my mind and will always be a vision in my mind, they sprinted around the place trying not to get hit, there were tears flowing down their faces and screams that I still hear echoing in my mind as I sleep at
Brick walls will appear in any point of one’s life to everyone. It might seem hard to open a hole and go through or jump over it, but there is always a way to do it. I’m not one of the good guys at basketball, but my passion for it never stopped me. My parents never supported me on this, but I always played and got into the team. I was in the bench for almost a year, just getting water for the other players.
When I was younger I was a great football player. Everyone knew who I was because I was so fast and quick. It was like I was a god how everyone was calling my name as soon as I got in the gate. I was so good that even the other teams knew who I was not saying they liked me but they know what I’m made of. The bad thing is, is that I was bad at doing my work in school but the team needed me so bad the couches would sit me out for a quarter and then put me in for the whole game.
“The Big Dipper” scored his 80th point with 7:51 left on the clock. The crowd went crazy because he has already broken his old points record of seventy-eight. Wilt soon later stated “Man, these people are tough. I’m tired. I’ve got 80 points and no one has ever scored 80.” After Wilt had thrown down a forceful dunk for 98 points the crowd started to chant “Give it to Wilt.
Somehow the word had spread to the neighbors on the bus. “Your dog is a monster,” they told me, they didn’t understand. Courage had accomplished countless acts of goodness that deserved nobility and honor, yet he would never receive that because the outside world could only see a savage beast. My Courage was gone, taken from my life. I couldn’t raise my hand in class, perform during dance, or tell people to be kind; I just didn’t have the courage.