The warm soft leather soothed my cold depressed body just by the gentle touch. The echoing of the ball when I when I dribble on the icebreaking court sounded like Beethoven to composers. The dramatic deaths of my two angels from heaven was life threatening. My heart pumped massive globs of water residue that would fall down my poufy face like Niagara Falls. Basketball grew arms the length of a baseball bat and gently pressed a warm Kleenex tissue against my face and dried up the water falls I had tumbling down my face, it reached out and wrapped its dead animal skin around my ice cold body. Blistering my life came back its bumble bee form, and Basketball was the only support I had to get there. It gave me a new purpose to turn the page and began to write a new chapter in my