Monday, February 4, 2013

Muhammad Ali a.k.a Cassius Clay; My Teacher For Today.

In Rome in the summer of 1960, a Young Man would win convincingly with a style that was "all wrong".
"A boxer who uses his legs as much as (He) used his in Rome risks deceleration in a longer bout."
"(He) had a skittering style, like a pebble scaled over water." "He was good to watch, but he seemed to make only glancing contact." Said 'experts' & sportswriters, even after the gold medal bout where his opponent, Zbigniew, was left bloody & "out on his feet."
"Big men were supposed to wade in & flatten their opponents," & "while amusing to watch, (He) lacked the requisite menace of a true big man."
These words, like the critics of His past & future didn't stop Him from waking at 4 or 5am as a teen to run before training. Or stop Him from spending countless hours on mastering his craft en route to fulfilling his dream. He made up his mind and that was that, nothing would stop him from being great - "The greatest in the world" in fact.
My lesson of the day? If I want it bad enough, I'll work hard enough, smart enough & faithfully enough and nothing any critic can say can ever stop me. Failure is only an option if it is the one I choose. Thanks Cassius Clay a.k.a Muhammad Ali for my lesson today.

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