Basketball Narrative

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As far as I know, basketball is my life. I’ve worked and worked and have perfected it in my own way. And being told I had a big chance of losing it made me more determined to prove them wrong. As I’m walking down the street just getting back from playing basketball at the city court. Sweat dripping down my face drip, drip, drip, drop. Breathing heavily, trying to catch my breath. The walk signal emerges and I start to make my way across. Only if I had remembered to look at my surroundings. I hear a screech, and instant pain shot straight to my leg.

“Gabriel, Gabriel” said the doctor. Opening my eyes I look around for the man calling me. “I’m Dr. Wright, and I’m not gonna sugar coat it okay.” I nodded just waiting for the worst. “It seems your ACL was torn along with a fully broken leg and ankle. And…” I interrupted, “what about basketball, will I get it back.” “Gabriel, how do I put this, this type of injury is very peculiar. So it’s …show more content…

He was just staring as though he was trying to read my mind, but his question gave me a sigh of relief. “So where's your mind at man.” “I don’t think I should care about the game especially if it gets mom like that. And she’s never like that, ever.”I never yell at her, I’m so conflicted and confused. Gabe responds with, “remember when we were 13 and got the championship game against the Redhawks and I got injured?” I remember it like it was yesterday, he twisted his ankle and the team was relying on me to step up to the task. And I had the best game ever. “Yea, but what’s that got to do with anything?” “Do you remember what you said to me when we went to the locker room? “ I replied, “ Yea, don’t let your body or any person in the whole wide-world tell you when it’s time for to quit.” “So maybe you should take your own advice and do what you think you should do.” He was right, why should I let this stop me, why should I just give

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