A Sore Thumb In a Stack of Sore Thumbs
Lately I’ve been feeling blue. I have to admit it. Life hasen’t been cool to me lately. It’s painful. I try to take it on the chin like a man, but sometimes your knees buckle. Don’t get me wrong, I’ve had great trainers in my parents, education and life experience, but sometimes life hits you on the chin and you have a choice. (1) fold and go to your knees or (2) shake off the dizzy and stay on your feet until the bell rings. Right now I’m trying to shake off the dizzy. It’s hard to breathe, mouth bleeding, Nose swollen, eyes swollen. Try to gain my balance, but I keep getting punched. Can’t fold, I see my Mom, Dad and Sister between the ropes. Can’t quit even though I want to. I put my gloves up, I can feel the punches and all I can think of is, “if you stay on your feet and wait for the bell, you’ll be able to breathe again.” But it feels like I’ve been in the ring for an eternity, even though it hasen’t been that long. All I am waiting for is that opening so I can take my shot at life. I can see the opening at the ribs; I can take the wind right out of life; make it bend to my will. All I need is a small window. I keep getting punched. Through my swollen eye I can see life waiting for me to take another jab. This is my chance to get out of this round alive. I swing with all that I have left…
