Originally Posted By: The Italian Stallionette
Whisper, I too am sorry about your friend. only 30??? eek Did he have any other health issues? That's very sad.


That's the thing, he was fit and strong as a bull. One of the fittest in my class. He used to glove up and fight 4 or 5 of us. 4 rounds each person. I'd be sent away huffing and puffing and sore and he'd go and fight the next guy. I remember we were sparring and he was pissing me off with his constant jabs etc so I went all out and threw hay-makers and straights etc etc at him non stop for about a minute, i landed about 2 clean shots, while he danced around me and threw punches back. After that minute, I went and threw up a little bit and he kept on going, sparring other people. He was fit i tell ya.

The hero and the coward both feel the same thing, but the hero uses his fear, projects it onto his opponent, while the coward runs. It's the same thing, fear, but it's what you do with it that matters. Cus D'Amato