When the final buzzer sounds, the final season ends, the last tear is shed, the last light is turned off, you are left with not so much memories of all the wins and losses you experienced over the years, but the relationships you've had, and for some maintained. As the years pass, you may forget some of their names but you never forget their faces. You never forget the hours in the gym practicing, the open gyms, the road trips and locker room mischief. I'll never forget the faces and names of many of the women and men I have had the opportunity to play the game with because they all have had some kind of impact on my life. As our lives move us from one level to the next, we appreciate those times, some fewer than others, when our paths cross one again.
Today the basketball community grieves for the death of our fellow sister--Ebony Dickinson. She was definitely one of those people who left her name imprinted on the tablets of your heart along with her face because she had such a lovely spirit, and always rocked a smile. Not to mention she was a dog-ass player!
Although at times like these we may question to intent and purpose of God, especially when we turn on the news, or look outside our window and we see so much hatred and disdain. But God is an awesome God, and even in these somber times, He's still God. The God who, when we wake up each morning, adorns us with new mercies; yet another chance to try to get it right---to try to get better. If He never did another thing for us, He would still be God. His plan is never flawed.
But today, of all days, I can't help but to employ you to find purpose in your pain. This life is but a vapor, and we all have the opportunity to make a difference and live it to it's fullest. It's our decision whether we do or we don't. What's the point of living in fear, when tomorrow is not promised?
Rest In Peace Ebony Dickinson.
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