The small things that are really big

It's the little things, that are most rewarding. 

     I first started playing basketball in third grade after quitting soccer. I quit soccer because I was bullied by a girl on my own team. She told be that I was a horrible player and didn't understand why I played. What she didn't know was that I had asthma. What I really didn't like about that situation was that she was one of my teammates. So I told myself that I would never treat a teammate like that, heck,  I would never treat my opponent like that. 

   
      It was my second year of playing town basketball, when I earned the Sportsmanship award. I remember the day very well.  At the end of the season, all the teams gather around and announce the winners of the championship and the player who demonstrates great team sportsmanship. It was just about to be announced, when I had my fingers crossed behind my back. But in my head, it wasn't something I desperately wanted. They called my name, Marissa. I just sat there and they continued to say my name as I zoned out. My teammates were pushing me and telling me to go up and get my trophy, when it all started to sink in. 

   
     I realized that it wouldn't have mattered if I had gotten a trophy or not because I was proud of myself for accomplishing an important lesson- to treat people with respect. And I did, which was a reward in itself. I continue to play basketball and support my teammates.