A Jewish Journey of Identity and Courage

I’ve considered quitting the team many times, but I refuse to let them win. They won’t push me out, no matter what they say. I’m just as good at basketball as any of them, and I deserve to be here. Still, it’s frustrating to endure this over and over again. “Don’t worry, Levitt,” Joey said as I stepped out of the locker room. “I can see you’re feeling down, but I know you’re a good player. The most important thing is to believe in yourself; it will pay off in the end.” “Yes. No… It’s not about the game,” I replied, glancing around to ensure no one was listening. “They’re making nasty comments again.” Coach Joey placed his large hand on my shoulder, and I looked up at him. “Do you want me to talk to them?” “No… no…” That’s the last thing I need—Marcus calling me a snitch. “They’ll have to stop eventually.” “If you want my help, just say the word,” Joey said, meeting my gaze. I nodded, and just then, his phone rang. “Go home, Levitt.” He answered the call, and I quickly slipped away before Marcus and his crew left the locker room. Have you experienced a situation like this? What was your response?

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