how I started playing wheelchair basketball pt 1

I haven't always played wheelchair basketball.  I'm about to suit up for my second season. I came from a small town named Clifton, Texas. I never had a chance to play sports in school. Ever since I can remember I've always wanted to play sports. I never could because of my disability. I was born with one arm and no legs and couldn't play with everyone else. I never let my disability get in the way of living my life. One of the few things I couldn't do was sports. My freshman year I was going to do wheelchair racing (which is track for disabled athletes). I was going to get a racing chair. I got measured and everything. I trained hard for months to prepare for the season. A week before I was going to get my chair, I got bad news, my doctor wouldn't sign off on it. I was angry and hurt. I knew it was a possibility that he would say no,  but I couldn't believe it. All this work for nothing. A lot of people tell stories about bad things happening to them and saying later that's the best thing that has happened to them. This is one of those stories. I thought that was one of the worst thing that happened, but it turned out I needed that to define who I was.
In my opinion high school sucked. I wasn't getting along with my parents. School was boring and I just didn't care. The summer before my junior year my parents sat me down and we had a serious chat. If I had to explained one choice that really defined my life its this choice I made. My parents explained to me that they were tired. I always got in trouble at school, I argued with my parents a lot, and I was a real pain for everyone. They gave me a choice of continuing school and behaving or moving out on my own. Now let me make something very clear. My parents did not hate me. I just pushed them passed the breaking point. They said they would help me move out. The plan was I would get a GED and go to college. They picked San Antonio because it was a big town with a lot of opportunities. It had accessibility for me so I could get around. They would find me a apartment and help me move in. It was a scary choice. I would be dropping out of school early. I wouldn't graduate at Clifton High School. I had to November to think about it. I was going to say no. I was going to risk being actually kicked out of my house my senior year (if I kept misbehaving) than moving to San Antonio. That was before my mom mentioned there was wheelchair basketball in San Antonio. You see after my doctor told me no for wheelchair racing I started looking into playing wheelchair basketball. The closest city to play for was Dallas which was two hours away. My mom wasn't going to drive all that way for a guy that treated them like crap. So going to San Antonio was my shot at playing wheelchair basketball. So after a lot of thinking. I said yes. Right after my Junior finals I said goodbye to Clifton and turned my sites to San Antonio.