Being the best player on a basketball team is a lot of pressure for an eighth grader. Like another elite player on a team, I was expected to be the highest scoring player at every game, and to get the rest of the team involved in the offence. One of my teammates, Andreus, was autistic. As you may assume he was not the best player on the team, but he certainly had the most heart. The rest of my teammates refused to pass to Andreus because when he had the ball, it was an almost certain turnover or a missed basket. I decided to take Andreus’s touches into my own hands. I made it my goal to do my best to get out to an early lead in every game, so that I could get Andreus the ball without jeopardizing my team’s chances to win. Getting him