Personal Narrative

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As a kid, I always admired the basketball as a game. I always looked forward to seeing the crowd behind my team and wanted to grow up to be a superstar in basketball. I had not discovered the Lords intent about the situation until sometime in senior high school. God didn’t want me to play basketball and I asked him shortly after the tragedy, ¡°Lord, is it only now you tell me this?¡± I learnt how to play organized basketball at the age of twelve and from then on, I had just worked on my speed, agility and endurance in the game. In my first year of high school, I anticipated the game very much. I remember coming out with the team on several occasions to practice, and it was almost the best way to flaunt my skill. It was not long after wards that I started off practicing with the team that I met my fate. Never had I guessed that I would be laid on the sick bed as a result. WE had a game on that day, and the team came out to practice as usual. Almost like a freshman in college, I was just trying to make my dominance felt on the team, just like any singer would do on concert auditions. I got jabbed in the belly while in mid-air by one of my teammates and it was the jab I would not forget. I was conscious all the while, with my stomach split inside my tummy. You can imagine the pain. I was immediately attended to, but my case needed a first class surgery. I would not want to burrow too deep into the past, but this event would prove to have changed my life forever. The propensity I had towards the game had reduced by a sufficient quantity. This is probably the worst thing that has happened to me in recent years. I have had to deal with this personally, but the fact still remains, I…...

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