Story for Seri; My failure.

Seri. When I was 16 I weighed all of 80 pounds maybe 5’5 at best. In the pitch black, a kid who weighed 250 or so pounds hit me with everything he had while my back was turned. It was a Matrix setup of course, I wasn’t supposed to win that fight – There’s no way I could of; I was supposed to lose. If we were boxing, we wouldn’t even be in the same division.

He hit me so hard, my teeth went through my lower lip. I wasn’t knocked out but I hit the ground screaming. Blood was pouring out of my face. I was screaming and crying (As our female family had just been assaulted). My “friends” and this person that hit us so hard just walked off.

I got up, still screaming, blood going everywhere and run towards a medical center; Those kids thought I was running to get them.

Guess what? They ran. All of them. I’m pretty sure they were surprised that person didn’t knock me out and that I was coming for them.

I failed. We all fail. Without exception. Be careful, though, what you use as comparison for “Failure”; Most people, if not all people, when confronted with real danger, run.

That kid put me in the hospital. I needed reconstructive surgery; I spent months recovering it took a solid two months before I could eat properly again.

  “It’s not about hard you can hit but how hard you can get hit and keep moving forward, how much you can take and keep moving forward; That’s how WINNING is done!” –Rocky

 

Author: MikeandKatyBug

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