During my third and fourth grade years, my family uprooted to Louisville, Kentucky. To
oursurprise, we soon discovered the quick witted World Boxing Champion's mother lived less than one mile from our home. Ali was my dad's idol and such a realization mixed well with my father's assertive nature.
During one of
Ali's visits to stay with his mother, my dad stung my brother and I with a sucker punch as he urged us to get in the car with his camera in hand.
"Why?" we asked.
"I know Ali is at his mom's house. I want you boys to meet the champ!" he firmly replied.
My brother hopped in and I, sadly, opted out. I was scared to be so crass as to go to this big man's childhood home. He had a tight schedule and limited time with
his mom and, honestly, my dad's overly assertive manner embarrassed me.
My brother was game, I was entirely too tame! Like a domesticated AKC Terrier, anxiety struck my mind with deadly precision. Not jamming on Terrier bred dogs but my observation has been that they're rather wired for sound. Not all the time,
but most of the time.
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Have an incredible day, !
Sending love and blessings,
