The Absolutely True Diary of a Part Time Indian

With Life comes Lessons

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"Darkness cannot drive out darkness; only light can do that.” - Martin Luther King Jr.
~DJ Winston-Johnson



Poverty doesn’t mean lost hope. In the book, The Absolutely True Diary of A Part Time Indian, by Sherman Alexie, I’ve learned a lot about poverty, friendship, and hope. In the future, I hope to carry these lessons on through the end of my life.

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Event that changed my life.

It was a cold November day. The tips of my fingers were freezing as we were warming up for the big rivalry football game, Fenn vs Fay. This was the most important game of the season. The game that decided which team got to bring the prized football. In my own mind, there was no way we were going to lose the game, as we had beat the opposing team earlier on in the season. But boy oh boy, I was wrong. Before I knew it, the whistle that indicated the start of the game blew. After kickoff, the game went along at a steady pace. But after about 5 minutes, the other team had started to march down the field and eventually score. The other team scoring first had brought our team confidence down by a whole lot. After a quick pep talk by Mr. Ward, we were out on offense. The first play was a jet sweep to Malcolm, and he got some positive yards. After a couple of plays, Ty called a counter play going to me. This was my chance to prove what I can do on and off the field. “Red! Set! Go!” The ball was snapped as I ran across the field, then sharply cut back. I saw the wide open gap. Nobody could stop me now. As I was about to break out for a run, a 6,4 200lb linebacker rushes towards me and snatches the ball straight out of my hands. He then proceeded the run off for a 35 yard touchdown. My courageous feelings swiftly turned into feelings of rage. I made a promise to myself, that next drive I would score. Once it was my turn to get the ball, I was ready. “Go!” I ran across the field to receive the 28 toss and headed down the field. This was it. No more mistakes. I was wrong again. BOOM! The defensive linemen cut through the gap and dove at my knees.Startled, I stepped back. While off my feet, the linebacker ran through the gap and in a swift motion grabbed the ball out of my hands. From then on a made a sincere promise to myself. A promise that I will carry out to the best of my ability. I was never going to fumble again.