We used to spar together when we were in the ring. There was something about him that was magical and sweet. He would always push me to be my best, even though he had some mighty hands. The way he used to throw his jabs and hooks would have me locked in, as his punches would be really powerful. He took care of me and I took care of him and I remembered us just talking. This man was a great listener and he was also a great friend. I remembered going to the boxing gym one day and I was upset about something and I remembered him just being there. We sparred that day and he allowed me to unleash my anger and my rage. Though I didn't hurt him, it was the thought of him that gave me permission to unleash on him made me respect him a lot more. We ended...