My wife, Karen, and I were watching the opening ceremony, soon, the lighting of the torch. It was a well-kept secret as to who would light the flame. When the spotlights came on, the arena went wild! Mohammad Ali! Holding the torch in his right-hand, his left, shaking from the Parkinsons. Karen and I both felt tears coming down our cheeks.
Mr. Ali, that night you displayed the meaning of the word, "PRIDE!"
"Rest in Peace", MISTER ALI. You ARE the fighter, you always claimed to be!"