A very short (few paragraphs) about a fighter and his attitude.
|by Vivien Limon
It seemed he was down for the count. 8-9...but no ten. By the time the referee hit 9, he was back up again. It was like watching a punching bag come back up. He always got back up. Always. When he felt he had no more in him, it still didn't matter, he would get back up for more. It was a habit.
He took the punishment, sometimes hitting back, sometimes missing but he would get back up for more. No one doubted his courage: just his judgement. Yet they couldn't help but admire him. He was someone to emulate. So much so, many people pulled for him. They were supporters.
But there were some, who were not impressed. They cited his poor performance. They cited his intelligence in continuing to fight especially when the odds were great. He would fight anyone just to fight. He knew he could beat someone. It was just a matter of time.
But today, there was no win for the fighter. Except in his heart.