earlfoster
I once wondered what it would have been like if I never became a teacher and stayed on as a professional box slinger for a living. I probably would be in better physical shape, to be sure!
Buzzzzzzzz........man, I could've sworn that a bee was inside my hear for all the louder the buzzing that I felt and heard, but it turns out that it wasn't a bee at all.....it was the remnants of an old injury I suffered from a previous job manifesting itself in a new way.
Hell, I almost walked out of work today I was so stressed....but, as usual as of late, I found the positive in it all and stuck it through.....it ended up being a great, productive day after all!
The rough, leather leash slashed across my face as my opponent loomed over top of me. He was intent on causing me pain, but I was intent on escaping from the ring....and from him.
Pleased I was when my child was born. A more magical day was not, and never will be possible. Never. Ever.
Quite pleased I was after my first day at college. What freedom I had! Freedom not to study or even to go to class....can you tell that I am a college hangeroner?