«Bouncing the ball»

The sun was,

high and hot,

blessing the skin of people on the beach.

The breeze was,

gently,

carrying the scents of this wonderful beach, this unmatched land to children, women and men!

The lap of surge was,

harmoniously,

whispering «I will give you a wife and descendants… …» how in the first day of the world to our father Adam.

The rustling of the Australian pine in the wind was,

lovingly,

voicing our forebears:

... You are a honour to our memories ...

... ... ... You honour our memories … ... ...

... ... ... You honour … … …

... ... ... You honour ... ... ...

... You honour ...

And a barefooted sweating fellow, with sport shorts and cap, a tied shirt on the chest, a tidy but bold wild look, was playing basketball at the open five-a-side football-playfield and all on his own. This fellow was training and striking the basket ball against the cement ground, methodically bouncing the ball on the court while walking. This fellow, did in this manner, because he needs/ed to improve the sway, the control of the ball. This fellow, he knows, the control of the ball only will be complete and perfect with the passing of five or six years!! He is sure of this so he was training one hour with the ball, bouncing, bouncing, bouncing, walking and standing always bouncing, left and right hand!! The fingers of the fellow also need/ed improvement, they need be stronger!! The ball must be bounced with the fingers! Only with the fingers!! So, the fellow went his exercise on always bouncing, bouncing…

Walking, standing, walking, standing, when he arrived at the end of the court he was standing with the ball one or two minutes, after, he went walking to the other goal on and was standing other two minutes and so on, and always, always bouncing.

The fellow does this training because he loves the ball, he loves the basketball, but he loves many other things. He loves to study, to learn!!

It is not important the play/competition itself. He doesn’t mean to be a player!! It’s important the love at the ball, the love at the exercise, the love at the skill, the love at the manhood, the love at the other people, the love at the well-doing and, finally, the love at the catholic sanctity!!! Sport is love, is honour, is sacrifice, is strenght, is health, is a preparation to the other loves: to study, to learn!!!!

And, this fellow could help what could be an hazard!! Bouncing went the ball, the fellow never looking at the ball because it is necessary avoid the glancing at the ball, it’s necessary never glance at the ball and the fellow saw a heavy branch of a pine tree fall slowly, silently, and heavily over the railway of the light train of the beach: the «Barril» beach of the city of Tavira, Portugal. And the light train slowly went backwards and the good man saw nothing. The fellow player ran to the good man and stopped the train. The fellow and the driver they threw the branch over the bush fence. And the light train went its carrying, on and on...

Its noble mission: the help of women and children!!

Who was this fellow player?
 

«The son of the Hunter»,
 

He was!!