My sophomore year started out as normal as possible. I was a 15 year old kid who loved basketball and was just living life. My worries consisted of keeping my grades up, whether I was going to be on varsity or not, and making sure I get all my chores done. Little did I know how that year was going to change me. In late October I attended a football game with my family. We were all having fun but something felt off. My mom told us that it was time to go and I could tell she was fighting back tears. That night she told us that our dad was moving out. It felt unreal because of how great everything had been going. All good things must come to an end, right? My mom was a wreck and I didn't know what to do. I have a younger brother and sister and …show more content…
It just continued to feel unreal. Luckily, I found a source to channel all of my confusion and frustration. My outlet was basketball. Along with that, I also began to work harder than ever academically. Whenever I didn't want to be home I would go play basketball. It was like my sanctuary. I'd stay after school because I just wouldn't want to come home. I'd get home from school and just go right back up to the gym. If I wasn't in the gym I was in my room studying or reading. Without basketball, I might've gotten into some real trouble and potentially spiraled out of control. Once basketball season started I was kept really busy; however, when I did go home I'd have to look after my brother and sister. My mom would isolate herself from the world and not want to come out for any reason, or be bothered for that matter. She became depressed and so did my sister. The thing is, my sister never really showed …show more content…
It turned out, all that time spent in the gym paid off in more ways than one. I loved playing the game so much but I hated once the game ended. Not only would it mean I'd have to go back into the real world, but while all the other kids would go talk to their mom or dad I wouldn't have either one of them there to talk to. I always hoped that they'd show up, but they never did. My mom was too hurt to go anywhere or do anything and my dad was just out of the picture. Another month went by and it was just before district when the worst day of my life happened. I was in my room watching film and getting ready for the game next week when my sister walked in sobbing. She was telling me something but I just couldn't understand her. All I got out of it was, "overdosed..sleeping pills..hospital." I had no idea what was going on so I got up and walked into the living room to check it all out. My little brother soon walked in and handed me a paper and asked what it was. As I began reading it I slowly started to sob. It was her suicide note.I'll never forget how it started, "I love you guys. I'm doing this for y'all..." I just sat there in disbelief and shock until I got a phone call several hours later. She had overdosed on sleeping pills and had her stomach pumped. She wasn't stable yet but was out of the Intensive Care Unit. I was terrified as to what was going to happen to her and I still had to look after
Months later, I woke up and walked down stairs to make my oats. I walked downstairs and was looking for my Father. I looked everywhere in the house before I noticed he was no-where to be found. Then I walked into the living room and saw my Mother. She was hysterical. Tears were running down her cheek like the Mississippi flowed into the Gulf of Mexico.
As a child I was not in to many sports or involved in school activities. Going through high school I figured out that being involved in a sport or a school club would make my high school experience better. The first and only sport I chose to do was track. Track changed my whole high school experience and life. I learned to never give up, and it kept me out of trouble throughout my four years of high school.
Finding out about my grandmothers death was the saddest moment in my life . I didn't understand . I didn't expect it to happen , not to me . I wondered why god had taken an important person away from my life , ad for that i felt confused and miserable . I cried for hours that day . Nothing could have brought me joy that day but the presence of my grandmother , but she was gone and i found it hard to overcome the situation.
When they got to the hospital we were moving, my mom to a different room until she could come home; her one wish was that she wouldn’t die in a hospital. That night my aunt, sisters, and I left to go home ,so we could clean and get the house ready for my
I started up the car and drove to the police station, were Jim and I called 911. It felt like forever, but it was just twenty minutes till they arrived. I checked my phone it was 1:00, and my battery was low. As soon as they left I thought about her. I called my wife anna to explain the situation.
A few of my sisters went onto middle school while my younger sister Elaine and I finished elementary school. As I got older I became more of a loner kid like in middle school. I liked being inside playing video games. I considered myself the good kid compared to my sisters who were full of drama and craziness I think. My mom continued to work at big lots and my dad was still a land surveyor. I had the typical child hood as I grew through the years here in Aurora. That was until my mom started getting sick which really turned my world upside down. I was so worried about my mom. She lost her job and had to stay home. She was always sick and at home. There came a time where it was very difficult for her to take care of us. She would have multiple sinus surgeries trying to get better but they only seemed to make them worst. She started getting extreme migraines from nerve damage. It was hard to be around kids at that time for her. Sadly it would only get
It was the end of one of my performances for my senior musical. Me and my fellow cast mates were laughing and discussing things regarding the musical. In the middle of one of the conversations I was having, my phone started ringing. It was my mom so I answered and she was crying so hard that I could barely understand what she was saying.
Basketball took up a lot of time. Everyday after school we had practice until 5 pm. We also had practices on Saturdays. We would even go to the high school and practice during our holiday breaks everyday! We would have about 2 games per week. On game nights, we wouldn't get home until 9 pm at the earliest. This took up all of my free time and left me minimal time to complete my school work. I felt that it was a big waste of my time because I didn't really enjoy going to practice. I would show up everyday, like everyone else, but I wouldn't get a lot of playing time, so practice was pointless to me. It just wasn't something that I wanted to dedicate all of my time to. I would stand on the
For months after she got home I would come visit just to find her crying in her room. I couldn't stand to see her like that. I did everything I could to make her feel better, but there was no way to relate to what she had gone through, no way to ever explain why something like that would happen to
When I got to the gym, I saw my teammates and sat down with them. I got out all my stuff, and started talking to my friends.
When I was younger I thought my sister was always going to be there. I never thought she would die so young. She died when I was in 5th grade so I was around 10 or 11 years old. We had our fights and now I wish more then anything that she was here. She missed my first homecoming, my graduation and many other important dates in my life and there is still more she will miss. Now that I'm the only child in my household, it’s terrible because...
My father's eyes opened, and he called out for my sister Kelly and I to come to him. In a very serious and sad voice, he told us that he was very sick, and he was going to the Fort Wayne hospital. My mother told Kelly and I to help her pack some things for him, because he was going to be leaving soon. We helped her pack, keeping quiet because we did not want to interrupt the silence that had taken over the room.
It was horrible and I hated hearing them fight all the time. I couldn’t hear them arguing anymore, they must have stopped, but just then I heard footsteps stomping up the staircase. I was scared I didn’t know what to do I was still bawling my eyes out while I yelled “MOM! DAD! IS THAT YOU GUYS.” I heard no answer.
My participation on basketball, had numerous effects on my life, and these are physical, personal and social.
If you were to ask my friends what I love to do, my guess is that the majority of them would come up with this reply, "He loves to play sports". Sports are a big part of my life, and if I had to choose my favorite sport to play it would have to be basketball. I couldn't imagine going a week without being able to touch a basketball, and I thought I would never have to. But on one summer afternoon, that all changed when I broke my leg. It left me on crutches for two months, and not being able to play basketball all that summer. At first I thought it wouldn't be so bad, getting all the attention and sympathy from everyone. However, after one game I soon realized that I would do just about anything to get rid of those horrible crutches and get back on the court.