I was born in 1963 in Miami and grew up watching my father, Don, play.
He was an All-Star and an MVP and the NBA Finals MVP for the San Antonio Spurs.
When he was in his prime, he was considered the best player in the world.
The first draft in the 1980s took a top pick out of Florida and a player with a reputation as a “spud” and he became one of the best players in the league.
He became the face of the Heat for so many years, and was known as the “Spud of the Century.”
He was a role model, a role player and an example to the young players that the NBA should embrace.
Then, in 1994, Don was diagnosed with cancer and died.
The media was devastated and the world lost one of its greatest heroes.
A lot of people in the basketball world were hurt, including myself, who went through a difficult time of my life.
I remember the day I was diagnosed and I was like, this is it.
It was like my life was over.
It is the last time I am going to be around my father.
I wanted to tell my father that I was going to the Hall of Fame, but I just didn’t have the strength.
The following years, I did not talk to him.
I felt so bad for him.
He taught me how to be a man, how to respect myself and what I wanted out of life.
It took me a few years to get over that, but my dad taught me to always be positive and keep my head up.
He always encouraged me to stay positive.
When I look back on that, I see how much I loved him.
It helped me to be in a better place.
And when I look at all of the people who have been in the NBA, there is one person that I have always known, who I have known through my career.
That is my father on this day in June, who died at age 95.
And I think that it was really hard for me to leave.