As an Alderson youth, 7th grader to be
precise. I got to where I would shoot a basketball from the chest.
The common term in those days was the set shot. Today’s game has no set
shot. Anyway as I practiced I got where I could shoot good. One day an
older student named Steve, told me, that I
won’t shoot like that in a game, that they would knock it right down my
throat. A flash crossed my mind, if I was ever going to amount to
anything in basketball I was going to have to learn to shoot a jump shot.
As I began to develop this skill, it appeared to be beyond my capacity.
Every day after school and on Saturday’s my continued effort did not
produce much results. Sometimes I would cry because the pain was intense
and the ability did not seem to be there. Suddenly, as though it was a
miracle I could jump shoot the ball with ease,
it all became natural, suddenly I had great agility, maneuverability, and
capacity. Any way one Aldersonian taught me, not at the time, but later
was that if you focus on something hard enough and long enough success