The Colored Ball-Personal Narrative
The sun shined onto the green color. The smell of the neatly cut grass was reassuring us the reason we were here, to win. We were alone, alone in a city of grass. The dark colored ball was covered in a mirage of dirt. Our cleats gleaming onto the ball. The field was neatly cut, cared over, never left alone without anyone to accommodate it. The ball was shot with a dash of speed. As the ball hit the ground we all reached onto the middle for a chance to have the ball that started it all. It was shot back and forth, until at last it was short towards me. I was lost in choices. Should I pass? To who? Should I shoot? I was too late. He slid towards me, I saw the moment he hit my legs. What should I do? Yet again I was lost. As I sat there in the
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Finally! The ball was played into the middle in front of the brick wall of armored players ready to attack. The ball was shot into the air onto my side of the flat grass. *bang*. I ran up the field and found myself with two decisions. Shooting the ball or passing it to the impatient player in the middle. Undecided, yet again until after a few seconds I decided to lightly tap the worn out ball to the player ready to receive. Yet again I was late. Tackled again by the unexpected player. I was left injured in the middle of the game. I slowly walked to the sidelines to quit, mesmerized by the obstacles in the way of my goal. The decisions I was forced to make in the span of two seconds until it was too late laying on the ground. On the sidelines I sat as I watched being inspired to practice. To find the method to achieve a perfect understanding of the game. My perfect understanding of the game led to the goal of the purpose of the game even more the goal of my life. I was lost in choices, sitting on the sidelines wanting to get in but unable to help. My aspiration to help, achieve understanding and become great commenced from this moment. In this moment a light switched on in my recently taped brain from my late choices, left in the dust but not for
Finally! The ball was played into the middle in front of the brick wall of armored players ready to attack. The ball was shot into the air onto my side of the flat grass. *bang*. I ran up the field and found myself with two decisions. Shooting the ball or passing it to the impatient player in the middle. Undecided, yet again until after a few seconds I decided to lightly tap the worn out ball to the player ready to receive. Yet again I was late. Tackled again by the unexpected player. I was left injured in the middle of the game. I slowly walked to the sidelines to quit, mesmerized by the obstacles in the way of my goal. The decisions I was forced to make in the span of two seconds until it was too late laying on the ground. On the sidelines I sat as I watched being inspired to practice. To find the method to achieve a perfect understanding of the game. My perfect understanding of the game led to the goal of the purpose of the game even more the goal of my life. I was lost in choices, sitting on the sidelines wanting to get in but unable to help. My aspiration to help, achieve understanding and become great commenced from this moment. In this moment a light switched on in my recently taped brain from my late choices, left in the dust but not for