PG - audio 2

The speaker reflects on their decision to retire from basketball, expressing a sense of peace and lack of regret. They discuss how the business side of the sport affected their love for the game and the mundane aspects of practices and road trips. They still have a deep love for basketball, but it looks different now. They share their personal journey, growing up in a challenging environment and finding their passion for basketball. They attribute their success to hard work, sacrifice, and the guidance of God. They have found faith and a new purpose in life, aiming to fulfill God's mission. Full transparency, when I hung up my sneakers, there wasn't any ounce of emotion that I could have used to say to myself that I regret it or that I failed. I truly made peace with my decision. I was tired of how strong the business of basketball had such profound influence on the love I had for the game. It had great aspects to it, but regarding the heart, there was pure division. Practices were mundane, having to leave your family for road trips became mundane. Quite frankly, spending more time with teammates, day in and day out, was all the same. I hope you can appreciate my tone because I still love the game. My sister reminded me that I'm not divorced from it, it just looks different. Poincard, A Personal Diary. We are all born innately grasping for air, reaching for the invisible we know is real and right there. No different than believing in what has been conceptualized in the mind, imaginative thoughts giving birth to the inner self a robust reason for a quest to attain fulfillment in life. You see, I'm just a kid from Jane Street, here to share my story, aware of my environment, where they shoot bullets or bleed, a community trying to survive economically, households raised by queens, apparently. I'm so glad I made it out this scene, but let me go further, just slightly. A basketball was placed in my hands, without knowing that my heart would discover love and explode into passion, a law of attraction. I tightly gripped my dream to safeguard, obtaining motivation to reach higher than what my eye beheld, guaranteeing this dream was all I needed to keep me focused on the road to achievement. Not knowing really how that would pan out, but God, knowing all things and being who he is would allow me to realize it along the journey. From top of the hill, Staff Ave, elementary, to driftwood aves, no mesh on rims, only concrete, to putting banners up in the legendary, let's go Eastern, you see it. A tradition built on winning, executed through the pillars of talent and family, where sacrifice formed reality. I knew through hard work and tenacity, I was on the right path to succeed. The dream was bigger than me, 5'10 PG cooking up like curry, Asia, Africa, North America, basketball, you did that for me? Incredible. So I took another dribble, to a place that was foreign, called faith to faith, now a Christian, with a new profession, only to carry out God's mission. I hope I please him, I accepted the work of Jesus, this is my beloved son, hear ye, him, been given a reason for believing, that God desires to use me as an instrument for his glory, for you Lord are the real PG, convinced it's never been mine, but this is your story, with my name written in the books of life, ever so timely.