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!"
r.riddle 06-10-2016
Jun 10, 2016
Jun 10, 2016 at 10:47 AM UTC
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!"
r.riddle 06-10-2016
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