“This fall, I am taking my talents to South Beach to join the Miami Heat.” (LeBron James,2010). Those few words added more change to the Cleveland Cavaliers than ever before, back in 2010. In the previous years, the Cavs seemed to struggle not just on the court but the management as well. The Cavaliers continued to triumph even though they always came up short.
The team I played for was called the Jonesboro Wildcats. It’s one of the sixteen football teams in the recreational league for the county I live in. The recreational football team I played for had won the championship the previous year, and were looking for a repeat. The head coach, Coach Buchannan had asked the league commissioner for me to be traded to his team before the season started.
Some people would talk trash to me just because they didn't make the team. I just ignored them, they were just jealous that I was a lot better than them. At lunch there was an enormous line for tickets, they were five dollars each. After lunch I got called to go to the office, I went and they gave me my game shirt. I was alarmed when I got number 10, Mr.Dejo said I deserved it.
I was good enough to have some options regarding which team I moved to but in the end, the decision I made caused me
It was the year my team began to fall apart and others began to leave. It was hard to decide whether I wanted to stick with my original team or change to a team that would help me improve my skills. Everyone thought I would decide to stick with my original team that way I wouldn’t have to step out of my comfort zone and explore new things. After a lot of thinking I decided it
My dream was to score at least a basket, in the few minutes I got in. A year went on just being in the bench. Still playing less than five minutes per game, and no points. The next year, there was a tournament for the schools in Central America. I thought I might get some experience by going to the tournament
I had set my goal of winning Olympic Gold. I soon realized that the fun of it was getting there. Staying on top was going to be lots of work and not much satisfaction. I said to myself ‘there is nothing left for me in the racing circuit, but lots of me to achieve beyond racing. I am planning to do more for the country that has helped me so much, I am planning to start a family, start a new career, using my knowledge to help other Canadian do what I did.
I remember saying to him on one Monday morning, “What did you do over the weekend Mike?”. He launched into an enthusiastic summary of his weekend which included being at Youth Group, going to church on the Sunday and I even think that he said, “the Lord” or “Jesus” in there somewhere. I was freaked out and I felt a visceral pull in my stomach. Thoughts raced through my mind like, “I thought he was a nice guy but he is a religious nut.” I recommended to him that he never speak to me about it again and I said it in a rather colourful manner.
The night settles in, crisp air wafts through my curtains and sting my lungs as I shallowly breathe in. The couch was lumpy as usual, and the blanket was barely thick enough to protect my skin from the soft rippling breeze. Autumn weather, being my favorite, always reminded me of when I was younger. Autumn meant my mother would want to dress me in puffy dresses and big floppy bows that bounced as I trotted along. Leaves crunching under my small shoes that were buckled all neatly.
Big Decision After going through a little time out for my knee, it was finally time for me to get back on the court. I was so happy, that I felt like a little kid in the candy store. It was the start of a big year because junior year is the year that colleges start looking at players. I knew that it was my time to step on that court and show everyone what a short basketball player like me could be capable of. I could feel the butterflies flying in stomach when I was tying my shoes and putting on my practice jersey.
BANG! BANG! That’s all I hear during the morning. More loud noises come from outside my bedroom door. “JONATHAN!
Six month ago was today like many other days. I could woke up earlier in the morning and skype or called my mum over the phone in Africa for least 20minute every day because she was all I got and my motivation. We could talked over the phone about my future and how she could attend my graduation in the year 2016. I was so excited after 6years I could finally see my mum again and not on any occasion but on my graduation day. She could be granted a visa from Sierra Leone to come see me graduate.
When I think back to my childhood, I recall a number of ridiculous and embarrassing memories. A reason for this must be because from a young age, I was always very competitive. To this day I love to win and be noticed for my accomplishments. Whenever I find myself in a competition, I push myself to do better than I am actually able todo. In the winter, of grade 1 I experienced a traumatic incident due to this peculiarity.
My dark brown boots had stepped in the puddle. My sparkling blue eyes could tell that it had freshly rained outside. The puddle was cold and seeped through my boots ever so slowly. I could feel the small drops of cool rain on my arms. As I looked ahead, all I saw was a desolate dirt path.
I started to practice at my house—it was the only hoop available for me at the time. Everyday, I would go outside and just shoot as many shots as I can so, I could make my form better. A few weeks of practicing, I started to see progress in my form—I made more shots than usual. Since I thought I was getting better, I decided to ask my parents if they could put me in a basketball team. My parents agreed without any hesitation.
