Aloysius Henry first day in Estonia [Video Clip]
My Brother is Living Our Dream
“The feeling of stepping on to the court today brought tears to my eyes because my dreams came true.” ~Aloysius Henry
What better way to celebrate your 26th birthday than to live to witness your dream coming true? On his birthday, September 23, 2014, my brother, Aloysius Henry was geared up in his first professional basketball uniform—living the dream—our dream—as a professional basketball player.
Growing up in the West Indies, it is unheard for a young boy and, sometimes a girl who never swung a bat at a ball. Cricket was the sport we were introduced to and it was the thing to do which brought entertainment to our youthful years. I remembered when I made my first cricket bat. All I needed was
My intend is to inspire the world through my spoken word poetry. This is my first ever piece. It relates to my relationship with the Heavenly Father as I believe that He is the only father I need in life.
VLog: 01 March 2012
Hanging On To My Dreams VLog introduces visuals of my daily activities as I prepare to achieve my professional basketball career dream. I would like to kick off my first ever Video Blog Episode with my most recent trip in the beautiful city of Puerto Vallarta, Mexico.
During my time in Puerto Vallarta, Mexico, I stayed at the Friendly Vallarta Resort. Overall, I rate their services a 5-out-of-5 stars for what it is worth. The ever-so-friendly staff also known as our "Amigo" makes all their guests feel like home. The all-inclusive foods and drinks were sufficient. The nightly entertainment at the resort was interesting and engaging.
Hanging On To My Dreams is now available at Sunshine Bookshop - Saint Lucia - $68.00 EC per copy.
There are only a limited number of copies in stock at these locations listed below.
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Ever since leaving Saint Lucia in 2003, I've came across many ethnic groups from all around the world which have encourage me to be heard with my Saint Lucian accent by anyone who can hear me speak. This was my partial way of displaying pride and standing out among the rest. Although I've tried my best to maintain my native accent in Western Canada (or in any foreign country) but, recently a close friend made me realize that I was no longer sounding like a Saint Lucian. I thought to myself, Really? That day I almost had a heart attack. Gason, dat is pure papicho. How is me uh? (Saint Lucian Slang).