THE CHAMPION: Inspirational stories
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He was a man of flesh and blood.
He wasn't made of rock.<BR>
Angel, devil, child, - man of ordinary stock.<BR>
But somehow he was different - true athletes always are-<BR>
For as he cursed, sweated, and bled, he took pride in the scar.<BR>
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They told him to win like a man, no matter what the cost;<BR>
So many times he ventured forth; so many times he lost.<BR>
And when they turned around and said, "It's OK son, you tried,"<BR>
He clenched his headgear in his fist, and like a man he cried.<BR>
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But from his tears came anger; then, when it ceased to spin,<BR>
He rose again, determined that next time he would win.<BR>
His trembling body strengthened; his heart soared in sky.<BR>
His darkened soul stood flaming; there was fire in his eye.<BR>
He worked and worked relentlessly; he struggled and he strained.<BR>
His conscience whipped him mercilessly for every ounce he gained.<BR>
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He ran on legs like pistons; his muscled arms grew sore;<BR>
He'd tell himself, "I have to" then ask himself, "What
for?"<BR>
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And then, at last, the reckoning: the final hour was here,<BR>
His stomach tightened dangerously, his muscles tensed with fear.<BR>
Weak-kneed, he shook the challenger's hand-<BR>
And then, as one possessed,<BR>
His instincts gave him power, and his body did the rest.<BR>
<BR>
It suddenly was ended. His body seemed to scatter.<BR>
A crowd was cheering somewhere, but to him it did not matter.<BR>
One thought was gleaming in his brain, a thought that made him
smile.<BR>
He's given it all he had, and that's what made it all worthwhile<BR>
<BR>
He stood and faced his teammates, with pride instead of shame.<BR>
He knew not that he'd won or lost, but that he'd played the game.<BR>
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And some call him THE WRESTLER, and some call him A MAN,<BR>
But he called himself a WINNER...<BR>
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And the ref held up his hand.
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