"Impossible is just a word thrown around by small men who find it easier to live in the world they've been given than to explore the power they have to change it. Impossible is not a fact. It's an opinion. Impossible is potential. Impossible is temporary. Impossible is nothing."
I saw a grown man crying on the streets in the LES over his death. Literally. Crying. A big, strong, middle aged grown white man whose tears and snot were all over his shirt. I was astonished and touched as he held the NY Post in his hand. He said out loud, "Why? Why? I love this man bro." I personally didn't realize the impact he had on other's lives or how he changed the world through boxing. He certainly was iconic and insurmountable. A hero to many. And it is quite sad. I didn't even cry this way when my father died. I guess we all process grief and loss differently.
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Sting like a butterfly,
ReplyDeletefloat like a bee,
your hands may be fast,
but they can't touch me.
"Impossible is just a word thrown around by small men who find it easier to live in the world they've been given than to explore the power they have to change it. Impossible is not a fact. It's an opinion. Impossible is potential. Impossible is temporary. Impossible is nothing."
ReplyDeleteNYTimes to NYPost: "Don't you mean, this man said he was the greatest?"
ReplyDeleteNYPost:"I have written what I have written."
I saw a grown man crying on the streets in the LES over his death. Literally. Crying. A big, strong, middle aged grown white man whose tears and snot were all over his shirt. I was astonished and touched as he held the NY Post in his hand. He said out loud, "Why? Why? I love this man bro." I personally didn't realize the impact he had on other's lives or how he changed the world through boxing. He certainly was iconic and insurmountable. A hero to many. And it is quite sad. I didn't even cry this way when my father died. I guess we all process grief and loss differently.
ReplyDeleteRiP, Mr. Ali.....
"Muhammad, Muhammad Ali / I float like a butterfly and sting like a bee
ReplyDelete"Muhammad, the black Superman / Who calls to the other guys, "I'm Aa-ahh-li…catch me if you can."