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Personal Essay Ronald called my dad one night when I was in the fourth grade. He coached an “Indian co-ed” basketball team and asked me to be a “Little Paw. I had never played organized basketball, and I had no idea what to expect of my new coach. I first met Ronald at the Yerington Tribal Gym; I was immediately intimidated by him. He must have weighed over three hundred pounds, wore thick-framed glasses, a Lakers jersey, a Lakers hat, Converse shoes, and towered over me. But within weeks I fell in love. He treated me as if I was one of his many nieces or nephews that played on the team. I was not the best basketball player, but never the less he would take extra time after practice to show me the fundamentals of dribbling, passing, defense, and shooting. Throughout my ‘training” when I would get so frustrated with myself, because I was not able to make the lay-up or the ball would bounce off my toe, but Do would never get frustrated with me. He would continually pump me up telling me that to be a “baller,” takes a lot of hard work. Soon, we were on a first name basis, but I didn’t call him Ronald, Ron, or even Ronnie; I called him what my dad and my teammates called him, “Do.” Now, Do might sound lik