When I think about my basketball life, I naturally think about my support system first.
I’ve worked relentlessly to improve and reach my full potential—but I couldn’t have done it without the people in my corner.
I think about my teammates and coaches—the ones who increased my basketball IQ, who enhanced my skill set and found ways for me to beat bigger opponents.
I think about my trainers—the staff that took care of me at my worst moments, rehabbed me back from despair, and instilled the belief that my “minor setbacks would produce major comebacks.”
I think about my family—my parents, three sisters, and two brothers, always in the bleachers, filming and cheering, spending their time and energy on me.