Last years, my school have friendly basketball match against SK Kerupang.

The court felt

like turning into zoo whenever both side got a point. Before half-time, our coach asked us to
used 1v1 technique to held the opponent from scoring before end time since we were in the lead.
This gave me uneasy feeling because i feared that i can’t defends the goal especially when the
person whom im guarding were tall as tree. As soon I got the ball, I immediately run but I didn’t
realized the guy were already behind me and we both bumped each other. I fell onto the floor
and can felt my knees cracked. This incident left me unable to walk without needing a
wheelchair, thus im not able to continue playing basketball.

After a year, I stopped by at the public court, looking at others playing happily everyday
from hospital. The doctor told me that my injuries will take a long time to recover. “Im afaird
your legs will get worse if you keep playing” said doctor. This sentence kept ringing in my head
that made me afraid to continue playing even after recovery. Even worst, I was known me as a
basketball player in my new school. I still can’t forget their face when they saw me with
wheelchair. I felt like I disappointed them since I am one of the best player during elementary
school and my skill in basketball slowy becoming rusty.

One day, I was on my way to my classroom. Luckly, I don’t have any problem going to my class
since I got placed at special class for disable people. Even though I will get recover, they still put
me here to ease me. So today, I saw a notice about sport clubs for disable people. This made me
in dilemma either I should join or not. “Surely it won’t be rough as normal one” I thought. But
also the thought of inability to play well while in wheelchair left me hanging. After school, it
was raining drizling. I saw someone when walked past empty basketball court. Much as I
suprised, that person were also like me. He was sitting on wheelchair but still can performed the
move very well. He then saw me watching him. I was startled. Meeting him made me realized
that there’s a hope and embrace my love for basketball. We then get to know each other that day.

So I decided to join the basketball club for disable people. My new friend that I met that day,
Hazim also in the same club as mine. In this new club, I met more people who was just like me
but they didn’t gave up to pursued their dream. This made me even more enthusiastic. We were
given 5 month to trained before the tournament. I still felt like there’s butterfly in my stomach
since I missed my last tournament at elementary and haven’t practice for such a long time.
During this whole 5 month, I learned how to moved with wheelchair, passing the ball and other
techniques. This moment made me felt lively again to pursued my dream.

Finally, after 5 month passed by, the tournament day had arrived. Our team managed to entered
the semi final round. This round determined who was gonna entered the final round. Both team
performed very well and spirited up.The match were very intensed between two opponent. After
half-time rest, our coach asked us to use 1v1 technique. This moment reminded my of the
incident but now I am no longer feared it. We started defending and scoring more and more. The
time when Hazim passed the ball to me, I immediately scroling my wheelchair rapidly and dunk
the ball. Out team won the semi-final and entered the final round. "That moment taught me that it
is something to be celebrated and embraced, not feared or ignored."