They say it will never happen. They shake their heads and quietly chuckle. They try to introduce doubt. They pour their pessimism all over me and expect me to wilt. They question my motives. They call themselves my friends. But..They don’t know how badly I want this.
I got the ball on the wing, faked right, exploded left. It was game number four of 2-on-2 this past Sunday. As I planted my right foot and pushed off trying to drive past my defender, I felt a pop in between my right calf muscle. I couldn’t tell you what happened to the basketball. All I know is I felt something no athlete ever wants to feel and my feet grew roots. I couldn’t move.
While my natural feeling may be to hang my head, put my hands over my face and sulk, my FAITH tells me that there is a plan for my life. A plan that includes this journey.
While it may seem foolish to some, having my dream, something I’ve been anticipating for such a long time, potentially swiped away just days before it is a reality, is extremely painful to me.