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Going up
Acknowledgements
The whole story began that very evening when Gary Fryder’s father came home from work a few minutes earlier than usual. How many great things, how many discoveries had happened just in those earlier-than-usual minutes. It was autumn, fog had descended on the street and the faintly visible light of the streetlights resembled a traffic jam of cars standing still. The wind played with the red and yellow foliage, whipping it up sharply then dragging it faintly, as if grudgingly, across the pavement. John Fryder worked at the steel mill, and to keep his family afloat he’d take on extra work, pushing his plan too far, and staying late even when he didn’t have to. There were days when he worked 16 hours a day and immediately fell asleep when he got home. His only joy after work was a can of beer, he kept them in the freezer to somehow cool off his evening after a pile of hot metal. Pssh…
Ah, that sound is so sweet. – John said as he opened a can of beer.
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– Honestly mom, I want to box! – I said.
That’s when my life-long story began. There were people around, children were running around, playing, and I was riding in the car. And go where? My mom took me to the section to sign me up. My head was full of thoughts: «How do I get in? What’s waiting for me there? «What if I don’t get in? «Boxing is the sport of the fittest.» Those were the first words I saw stepping out of my mom’s old car. It took my breath away. I was willing to do anything but get taken. Walking into the gym, I said to my mom.
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