When I was a kid, I was horrible at basketball. In fact, I would have to improve just to be considered lousy. When it came time to choose teams, the captain who was about to get stuck with me would first look up and down the playground, hoping against hope that another potential teammate was approaching—someone's brother, someone's sister, even someone's grandmother. When he was convinced that no one else was coming, he would point at me and say, "OK, I'll take Godsey..." the way they said "take" clearly implied "stuck with." Somehow, I didn't feel chosen. In fact, I had the feeling that if it hadn't been my ball we were using, I wouldn't have even gotten to play.
God's Masterpiece
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God's Masterpiece
When I was a kid, I was horrible at basketball. In fact, I would have to improve just to be considered lousy. When it came time to choose teams, the captain who was about to get stuck with me would first look up and down the playground, hoping against hope that another potential teammate was approaching—someone's brother, someone's sister, even someone's grandmother. When he was convinced that no one else was coming, he would point at me and say, "OK, I'll take Godsey..." the way they said "take" clearly implied "stuck with." Somehow, I didn't feel chosen. In fact, I had the feeling that if it hadn't been my ball we were using, I wouldn't have even gotten to play.