Looking at Life through the lens of a basketball game
On the slick-shined court at the local Y, two teams of junior-highers faced off in a battle for the ball.
The air crackled with vibrant energy.
The teams were champing at the bit, and as the referee released the tip-off, the court was awash in orchestrated chaos.
In fascination, I watched from my perch on the hard metal bleachers, and leaned into learning.
Every player on the court had a job.
Every player on the bench had a job.
Every basket made deserved a cheer.
Every basket attempted earned applause.
And no one on the team could win alone.
Clearly, to the players on the court, the hair color, skin color, shoe color, height, weight, or gender of their teammates did not matter — what mattered was that you were on the team, and had shown up to help the team win.
I walked out into the chilly, January air after the game had ended. Scores were of the least concern to me.
I had seen human spirit play out on a ball court in the ebb and flow of energy, the perseverance and passion of the players, and the overthrow of fear.