Bounce. Bounce. Swish!
Bounce...bounce...
Bounce. Bounce. Swish!
Everyday Charlie practiced free throws for half an hour. Everyday, he improved his rhythm. After two weeks, he hardly had to move his feet. He shot the ball, it fell through the net, hit the pole, and bounced back to him.
Charlie, the perpetual motion machine.
He didn't keep count and he wasn't interested in statistics, but he knew his free throw was improving. His average was probably as good as the starters on the school team. Charlie wasn't on the team because he didn't play basketball. Shooting free throws wasn't practice for him.
It was meditation.
Every afternoon, he gave his brain a half hour to sort out his thoughts. Soon, he would need more time than that, but this was his routine. This was his rhythm.
Bounce. Bounce. Swish!