Years ago, at a young age, I irresistibly crept from my bed late one *** to watch my dad breathe heavily as he ran around in place throwing imaginary punches in the air striving to imitate his idol Muhammad Ali. It was then, at this time, that I, an extremely young girl, was introduced to Ali--the greatest. From that *** onward, my father allowed me to "sit up" late into the *** to watch every Ali fight game with him. Never, never in my wildest dreams did I ever think that there will ever be another athlete to "move" me like Muhammad Ali, but unbelievably, I was wrong. Last Thursday, in passing, I caught a glimpse of Derrick Rose's Adidas interview and was captured and blown away by his simpleness and humbleness. To watch a young, athletic, black man from the bottom of the hood sincerely and innocently shed tears of appreciation for his fans, hometown, and family in front of the world positively speaks volumes about his character. I am not a ***' fan; I am a Heat's fan, but I must say, after watching that interview along with watching how he honored his mother on his MVP day has led me to cherish him as an athlete and person along with Ali. Derrick, you are a remarkable person, for you refused to become "brand new," instead, you consciously chose to remain the old you. Your remark (concerning your family), "We weren't suppose to be here, but God made a way," sealed the deal for me, for like you, Derrick, I, too, am all in. Get well, Mr. Englewood--Mr. Chi-town, for I am cheering for you.