is the sport of the fittest.» Those were the first words I saw stepping out of my mom’s old car. It took my breath away. I was willing to do anything but get taken. Walking into the gym, I said to my mom.
– Do you feel it?
– Mom laughed and said: «I can feel it.»
Then she felt only the sweat of those who trained there. And I could feel the atmosphere of the soul, the speed, the energy, and the overwhelming desire to win. Wait here,» she said. I sat down on the bench and watched intently as some guy pounded the last of the sand out of the pear. Drops of sweat were flying in different directions. But he didn’t seem to get tired at all, he was thrusting at every stroke. Unbeknownst to me, my future coach, George Stemworth, and my mother approached. I didn’t notice the noises, because I was so engrossed in taking apart every punch this boy threw.
– So, baby, let’s get acquainted, my name’s George.
– Gary,‖ I said, holding out my hand to him.
– Tight grip Gary. How old are you?
– Seven- I answered in a shaky voice, just to keep my luck up and practice.
– Training is on Monday, Wednesday and Friday at 6pm. Your mother said that you are a very bright boy and that you learn everything fast, so I am waiting for you on Wednesday, where we will check you out.
After these words, time flowed like a huge waterfall-quickly, violently, with tremendous energy. I didn’t notice how Wednesday came before I knew it. I had already prepared all the sports clothes from the evening, put them in my bag and went to bed with them, so as not to miss my chance for even a second. A child gets the most intimate and joyful miracle, only he can appreciate the opportunities that life brings him. A child will never give up on his goal, he will never give up until he gets to the point he understands. And only a child knows what sincere joy is in even small achievements.
It’s the middle of the week. My mom drove me to practice. Calmly changing my clothes, I thought, what next? How to behave? But in my heart I was ready to rush forward just to be coached. And here we are standing in front of the coach, next to me are the same children as I am. And they all have fire in their eyes. And everybody’s dreaming of becoming a champion. Some come to be able to protect their family, some just want to kick the ass of the kid who’s always bullying him in the yard. I want to be the best. The best means world recognition, and of course I wanted my dad to see me on TV.
– So kids,» said Coach George. Today we are going to find out if you are ready to train in this gym or not. Now run around in a circle.
The training started. I was ecstatic, my mind racing with thoughts of everything from my town’s champion to the world’s champion. Okay, Gary, enough with the clouds,» George said. The first practice lasted 30 minutes, and I was thinking like forever. Push-ups were especially hard for me and I decided to do them any way I could during my free time. Kids, that’s the end of the workout for today. I’ll tell you the most important thought: «Boxing is not about the strength of your arms or legs, boxing is about your brain and heart». That’s why you should never quit, you should always learn. And now your parents came running to change. I did not want to leave, I wanted to get back to the gym as soon as possible. I got changed, got in my mom’s car and asked her:
– Mom, am I going to be a champion?
– Of course, Gary. You have the heart of a champion. You just have to want it.
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