He had taken many punches in his career as a professional boxer, he had dished out many punches as well, he had won many fights…he had lost many fights…but he had never been knocked out.
His adversary was a good 5 years younger than him, quicker, fitter…and unfortunately better. The punch came out of nowhere, like an out of control freight train it careered into his face. At first, he could see stars, then a bright light, and then absolute darkness…it was as if a soothing lullaby had put him to sleep:
Twinkle, twinkle, little star,
How I wonder what you are!
Up above the world so high,
Like a diamond in the sky.
When the blazing sun is gone,
When he nothing shines upon,
Then you show your little light,
Twinkle, twinkle, all the night.
8, 9, 10… it’s a knockout!
