I picked up the left-handed fielder’s mitt unsure of how it would make feel.
I remember my best friend used to carry this mitt everywhere he went. He was the best baseball player I ever knew. People from all the over the city would come to his games to just see the amazing Iverson Scott play baseball. I have to admit he was better than anyone I knew of was. He gave the game his all. He worked hard day in and day out. The sweat would be dripping from his forehead and he would have no energy left, but he wouldn’t let the coach take him out of the game. Iverson always carried a bright smile on his face. I admired his achievements so much.

My friend Iverson was not only committed to base ball, he also was strongly committed to school. He was smarter than a whip. He never received a bad grade a day in his life. The teacher adored him. I knew he could have been successful if the incident did not occur. Teachers would write letters home to his mother and father praising him for being such an intelligent student. He never bragged about all the scholarships he received from many different colleges. I expected him to become someone like Albert Einstein or an explorer such as Charles Darwin. Teachers were always delighted to have such a young man like himself in their class. Iverson tutored students in the class and never asked for money.

Baseball was his number one concern. I remember when he was thirteen and he got the mitt that led him to success in the playing field. The mitt was made out of real black leather and had brown stitching. His hand was molded into the mitt so that no one else could wear it. When he acquired the mitt he wrote poems on the fingers and pockets of the mitt. You could see that bright, green ink from the bleachers. He read the poems to himself when someone was up to bat.

The day my best friend Iverson died I broke all the windows in my room. Who knew that he was suffering from leukemia. I would have broken more windows if my hand had not started gushing with blood. Iverson was the perfect athlete and student. He was a terrific friend and outstanding son. He was a tutor to anyone and a mentor to all. My hand still throbs sometimes when I close my eyes and think of Iverson Scott.

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