The Pistol: The Birth of a Legend

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Voices echoed in my mind

when I took my son

to my old school.

Did revive him

one magical time of my life.

Back to the time

where my life was full of

innocence of youth.

My childhood dream

was to be a great

basketball player,

as well as my father.

He was my hero, my companion

,

the best friend that a

child could have.

But he was more here.

His death was a hard reminder

That life is a fleeting shadow

,

every moment is a precious gift

to be shared with anyone.

Wanted to express my son

feelings and

fondest memories

a wonderful childhood.

For, somehow inspire you

to see through my eyes,

and help you understand

that via the pull

patience and persistence,

dreams are possible.

This was the legacy left by my father

for over thirty years.

CLENSOM, CAROLINA SOUTH

, 1959

PISTOL A LEGEND IS BORN

I remember like it was yesterday

.

Was the beginning of an incredible journey

.

The year that would change my life forever...

and define the course

my destination.

1958 was a period innocent,

of hope and change in America.

A time when

thought that everything would be possible.

At least, that's how

in their Maravich.

I like that! A young

with confidence.

We made an election at school.

Who won?

Nixon. I voted for JFK.

Like his father,

Always voting on the weaker.

Weaker?

With Jack Kennedy

we build houses on the moon in 1970

and you know why?

Because he has confidence. -Confidence.

Let Pete coffee, Press.

Many things will change in the next decade.

Dad was an optimist and a genius

to create ways of stimulating my confidence.

I was watching Gene Autry other day

and suddenly realized

a good basketball player

can get along just fine

if so fast

as a gunman.

I'll show you.

Give me the ball.

Get up Peter.

I will teach an exercise.

Turn around.

Lower your arms.

This.

Now, do not pay attention to me

.

I want to focus.

Now estufe the chest!

Not want to think

which is a weakling.

This shoulders in place.

Now when I

drop this ball.

Want beat palms in front

and take the ball

behind you.

But need to focus.

Hear my voice.

Do not listen to me.

Do not listen to me.

This is impossible.

Impossible?

We will see their hands

gunman, ok?

Okay, Helen.

Well, do not pay attention to me

, Press.

You "found" that

could do.

I "knew" that I would

. Trust!

But Dad's inspiration

not change the fact that in school

I was a misfit,

a lonely boy with big dreams.

But this country was not founded

by ordinary people who dared to believe

That big dreams come true?

That's what I was taught.

With liberty and justice for all.

Okay.

Today we talk about dreams.

More specifically,

the American dream.

The American Dream is a concept

and a belief that anything is possible.

What dreams do you have today?

Who would you like to be?

I want to write

in 200 words

By the end of class,

what are your dreams for the future.

Any questions?

Okay, can begin.

How could put

a dream into words?

Something went

in my heart?

When I was in eighth grade,

all we wanted was to be a great

basketball player,

as my father.

But with 1.60

tall and 40 pounds,

who would believe?

I think only my father and I

believed at first.

When I was not on the court,

everything you thought was that there was another boy

practicing more than me.

And he could

scholarship

should be mine,

If I do not try harder.

Yes, Peter?

I need...

Boy, you do not

should be in class?

Yes, sir.

I hope you today at 15:30,

to deal with the problem.

I figured when Dad knew

I killed lesson

he would give me his famous spanking,

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