In The Ring

I’ve learned a lot by being in the ring with Life.

My first lesson: Life is a world-class heavyweight champion.  And Life hits HARD.  He’s been around a long time, and is no rookie.  He’s trained century after century, decade after decade, year after year…day after tireless day…and knows all the tricks.  He can hit with the left or with the right with equal power.  And he can feign and feint with the best of them.

If you’re not careful, you can get knocked out quickly.  I know because I’m in the ring….

I’ve been caught with a vicious left hook to the jaw, and gone down in a heap.  My head swirling.  My heart pounding.  My legs shot.  And I’ve gotten back up.  When I did, I was cautious about getting hit with a hard blow.  I learned to keep my guard up; block the heavy blows.  So I didn’t see it coming when he feigned the left hook, evaded my block, and caught me square in the nose with an overhand right.  Down I went…in a heap again.  The referee’s voice registering faintly in the back of my mind…6…7…8.  Then I’m up again.

Wary now…my legs shaky…I back up.  Life pursues me…confident now.  He constantly stings my eyes with stiff left jabs…once…twice…thrice.   I can’t see then as he feigns the heavy blow, fakes the overhand right…and pummels me with thunderous body blows that take my breath away.  But this time, I don’t fall.  I grab Life by the waist, pull him close…and hang on.  He shrugs violently to get far enough away to throw the finishing blow.  Desperately I hold on.  Angry, Life tries to break free of my grip.  He knows he’s close to the knockout.  But I am stubborn.  And I am strong.

And as the referee separates us (after all, I can’t hold on forever), I learn another lesson:

I can take a punch.

My jaw is strong.  My will is unbreakable.  My mind is resolute.  And in my chest beats the heart of a champion.

So who else should I fight, if not another champion?  A lesser opponent wouldn’t provide the challenge I need to wear my belt with pride.

Exhausted, frustrated, and punched out…Life looks me in the eye.  He sees it now.  He’s in for the fight of Life.  And I see the realization light his eyes as surely as he sees the light in mine.  We both learn this lesson together:

I can throw punches too.

Life’s countenance changes drastically as, bloodied and bruised, I square up.  My mind sharpens.  My pain falls away.  My heart beats stronger, louder, faster, like a champion, as I feel my immense power, everything in me, come up from my legs, turning my hips, my chest and my shoulder as I unleash….

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1 Response to "In The Ring"

  • Nelson says:

    I’m in the ring with this Life fella, too. From your description, it appears to be the same one you are fighting but how could that be? Can he fight more than one opponent at a time. However, in my fights, it seems like there are more than one opponent in the ring against me. The attacks are relentlessly, when I’m fighting the one in front me, it seems like another comes up from behind and still another from one side or the other. Even when the referee comes in to break us apart, it seems even he punches me in the gut. Sometimes it like I am consumed. But, when I am in the heat of battle, when life is attacking me from all sides, when I have no time to even think, when I am weary from fighting, when I have thoughts of giving up, when I start to feel defeated, when I start to feel my strength ebbing away and I begin to lose hope, when simply landing a punch is a victory, I begin to pray and ask God to help me.

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