My life had no meaning at all. I found only brief interludes of satisfaction. It was like my whole life had been about my whole basketball career.

Character never quits and with patience and persistence Dreams do come true!

I played six to 10 hours a day, every day, 90 days during the summer, and I'd do incredible things. I would dribble blindfolded in the house. I would take my basketball to bed with me, I'd lay there after my mother kissed and tucked me in, and I'd shoot the ball up in the air and say, 'Finger tip control, backspin, follow through.

I lived my life one way for 35 years, for me. And then the focus came in on what I really was.

There is nothing wrong with dedication and goals, but if you focus on yourself, all the lights fade away and you become a fleeting moment in life.