Believe in the power

I believe in the power of pick-up basketball. Not the aspect of the game, necessarily, but in its ability to build relationships among different people, despite their race, gender, or age. This realization came to me two summers ago, as I was getting ready for my 8th grade year. During this momentous time, thoughts of finishing my middle school career strong were always riddled with endless lectures on the importance of high school. You know the feeling of senseless agony whenever your parents open their mouths to enlighten us on a topic they’ve covered for ages? Well, I have experienced this time and time again and basketball has been my one refuge.

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Your baggage is still in Houston

As I sat on the plane waiting to disembark, I had this feeling in my gut that something was wrong. The possibility that I might be getting sick crossed my mind, but it wasn’t that feeling. It’s the feeling when something isn’t quite right and you can sense it. Like you forgot something or someone injured themselves

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People come and people go

People come and people go. Personally, to me it is the hardest thing you can learn in life. Sometimes, they don’t have a say in whether or not they are going to leave and sometimes they do. Sometimes, they just leave

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