It is Sunday morning, almost five o:clock. I have not opened the door to look out, to make sure its really there. I know it is still wrapped in darkness, waiting for the breaking of the day. I have been up since three. When I wake so early I try hard to go back to sleep with no luck. Once the brain kicks into gear, its over. So Sunday I am up and ready for you. Please make this a good day.
I am not a fight fan. I would like the fights if it wasn't for the violence. If I try to watch one I spend my time with my hand over my eyes, peeking through my fingers. But this week I have been following the pre-fight hype over Manny Pacquiao. I would have watched it had it been on HBO but it was pay for-view. He won his eighth Title last night. I have been rooting for him. They write he is a violent fighter. Quick, his fists lethal weapons. I love him because he is Philippino. My great-grands, four of them are half Philippino. So I have acquired this pride of anyone that is Philippino. My great-grands fellow kinsman.
I have read much about him. A poor young man from the Philippines who saw boxing as a way to remove himself and his family from poverty. He has certainly accomplished that goal. I saw a documentary on him. When he was very young he went to small gym there in the Philippines, it was just a old store building. And without his Mother knowing he started training. They saw very quickly he was a natural fighter. So for two dollars a fight he fought all he could. Bringing home the money to his Mother to help buy food. His Mother not knowing for a long time that was what he was doing. He now holds eight titles and is a Millionaire, many times over I'n sure. But I am proud, he is Philippino.
It shows what persevering can do. The desire to overcome all obstacles and succeed, no matter how hard the fight. Manny Pacquiao, a poor boy from the Philippines. Not very tall, not very big. But with natural skills and constant training has overcome all obstacles to be a champion.
I have heard Rea talk about life in the Philippines. The poverty and lack of so many conveniences that we take for granted. But she went to college. Become a physical therapist, came to the states. And the rest is history. We are proud she is a member of our family. And they are the proud parents of four amazing, bright, beautiful children. Of course I hope none of them become boxers.
Now I am sure you probably are not interested in Manny Pacquiao but I just thought I would share this news with you anyway. Just in case you might be a fight fan. "Go Manny, go." I feel a pride just as if I was Philippine too. I have read they love him so over there. He has even run for a political office and won. And is still fighting. It just goes to show what determination can do.
You can see as I struggle to take my words from my ever trusty pocket that they are sort of rambling and scrambled yet another day. I always mean to do better. "The best laid plans of mice and men," my Mother use to say. "Here's to you Manny," I say as they float off into oblivion. As I walk I do a little punching in the air, as if I am shadowing boxing. I need to work on my foot movement though. But for another day I'm on my way. I'm out here.
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