One In A Million

I have always been hesitant to use the word Love when talking to people outside my immediate family, it never felt right to me. I still regret never telling my lifelong best friend “I Love You” to his face before he died in a tragic car accident, I still grieve that loss. But family, now that’s another story, I am a hugger, kisser, and “I Love You” kind of guy. I have no good explanation for my reluctance to acknowledge my feelings for those outside my family who I care deeply about, other than I never truly understood the power of love. Today I know better, love can move mountains or in my case, my life.

My view of telling others I love them has changed greatly in the last two years. In my previous life BP (before Parkinson’s), I was almost entirely surrounded by family when I was outside work. My kids and grandkids are my best friends, we share many of the same interests, the family that plays together stays together, so I am blessed. But I am also blessed to have my new family, a group of people for whom I share a bond as deep as blood, we share a disease. Like soldiers in war we are bound by the fight.

I want to say right up front to all those I box with at RSBGV I love you all (even Scott). You have given me the greatest gift of all, joy. In a world full of people taking life granted, you inspire me with your refusal to roll over and accept anything less than what you deserve, a full happy life. Your compassion and support are only surpassed by your commitment. I am proud to share a foxhole with each and every one of you.  

I hope at some point I get around to thanking each and every boxer I share the gym with. But for now, please know that behind my big mouth and trash talking is a heart filled with love for all of you.