What a week! I don't even know where to start. It seems like I am watching a movie about me.
All I keep thinking about is my Basketball years in Burundi. I will explain why.
I started playing Basketball at a relatively young age (I won't tell you the year, but I was about
12 years old). My classmates would teach me the fundamentals of thegame, and years later we started our own team. It was so much fun. I was not among the best players but I hung in there.
I remember spending an entire summer working out in a gym with my friends, getting ready for
the new season. We would run long distances on Saturdays and at that time I was among the best runners (I couldn't beat Patrick our captain who was running like crazy). Did I mention that we were still playing in Division two? ( the Junior division).
After our second season (the first one was a disaster lol), we started getting better. Still playing in Division two, our captain was selected to represent our country with the Senior National Basketball Team (that how good he
was). They spent a month in the US playing with College Basketball teams. We were so excited for him.
When he came back from the US, he mentioned to us (with a few other players) that he was done
playing for Division Two. His experience with the National Team was enough for him to start playing with the big boys. It was quite understandable but I was devastated to see him go.
I stayed in Division Two for one more season (I wasn't that good), until I finished high school. I decided to join the University team the next season. This was Division A. Was I ready? Not really. But I took my chance and decided
to work hard for my spot. Was it hard? I wanted to give up every single day. I wanted to go back to the Junior team at the end of each practice. Was I still among the best at running? By the time I arrived, all the other players were already rested. Did I get a chance to play? I was not even on the playing list my entire first season. That how hard it was.
I hung in there though.Eventually I got my spot...on the bench. I played for the University team for the next three season, ended up being their Head Coach for one season before starting coaching “Les Gazelles”, a ladies team that I led to 15 trophies in 7 years (standing ovation for me please...).
Why did I tell you all of this? Just to let you know what a great coach I was. Just kidding..
All I know is that, I would not have been a good Basketball coach if I hadn't gone through all
the “struggle” learning how to play, or spending most of the time on the bench. Life has a way of teaching us lessons that are not very comfortable for us at the time that they are happening, but at the
end, we always win if (and only if) we don't give up.
Yes, this last week was a week to remember for me as my wife finally landed to Toronto, but it
was also a week of growth as well. Growth is always outside of our comfort zone, but it is necessary if we want to go from Division Two to Division One in life. The best is yet to come. That is the truth.
Moral of the story? Do you want to win big in life? Just be the last in running and you will be
a great Basketball coach. HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYBODY!
Always a pleasure