I have suffered numerous injuries over my basketball career, from sprained ankles to broken bones and everything in between. One thing that remained consistent throughout all of my injuries has been my mother. When I was a freshman in college, during a game against Columbia, I took an elbow to the nose from a guy twice my size (a love tap!) which resulted in a broken nose. By the next morning my mother had flown out from Texas to Pennsylvania to make sure she was by my side immediately after waking up from surgery. Fast forward a few years to my junior year when I broke my foot while playing in a pre-season pickup game. I still remember the doctor putting the x-ray up on the board and responding, “so…I can see it’s broken!” Who rushed out to Pennsylvania to be by my side after the operation? None other than my wonderful Mother.
Basketball is a rough sport. Do not let anyone tell you or your children any differently. In order to succeed, a player needs to rely on his or her teammates and a number of other outside influences. I have leaned on my mother since before I was old enough to pick up a ball. She has been by my side through the good times and the bad. She was there when I was recognized for scoring my 1,000th point in college, and she was the first face I saw after waking up from numerous surgeries. Words simply cannot express the gratitude that I have for my mother.
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