Post by deangelo on Mar 12, 2009 11:47:05 GMT -5
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A Blog by DeAngelo Williams
A Blog by DeAngelo Williams
Mood: Heartbroken
Listening to: Otis Redding - "Sitting On The Dock Of The Bay"
My Road
To all my readers, I am trying to progress forward, but by no means am I doing well. I've been sober from all alcohol and marijuana for thirty days now, but my body still craves for the substances daily. I think of my son every waking moment, and I've shed countless tears over the last two months.
Did he really have a good life? Was I the father he needed? Did I make him proud?
I've reached out for help hoping for find answers, but nothing seems clear. 'Don't dwell on the past, and look towards the future' they say. What future? My son was my future. Now, what do I have to live for?
I mean, who will even care if I die right here and now?
And when I pass, will my son await me in heaven? Or is that a lie as well?
Questions such as these run through my mind... All the time...
But why, through all my problems, did I decide to come back for the farewell match? Well, that's simple. My son enjoyed watching me at work. Wether it was from the crowd, from the back, or from home, he would watch with a smile. Win or lose, he loved it.
After I lost the conquest match, I came home in a rage. But my son, being the brave trouper that he was, calmed me down.
"Don't worry pop. You'll be champ one day."
It's etched in my mind, and always will be. Because a mere three days later, he left. He left me. He left this world... Forever.
This is my last opportunity, and I won't let it pass me on by. The GWC World Title will leave with one man, and that man must be me. It just hast to.
So on the thirteenth, Zak, Carter, Ragnals, Brad, and CSB, I'm sorry. Because I respect you all, but I must do what I have to do to be victorious. And if that means crushing six other dreams to make mine a reality, then so be it. Because for one night only, I will bring all my strength, speed, slickness, swagger, and skill to the ring. And with nothing to lose, I will not stop, until I walk out with the belt.
I dedicate the win to Willy Williams.
To all my readers, I am trying to progress forward, but by no means am I doing well. I've been sober from all alcohol and marijuana for thirty days now, but my body still craves for the substances daily. I think of my son every waking moment, and I've shed countless tears over the last two months.
Did he really have a good life? Was I the father he needed? Did I make him proud?
I've reached out for help hoping for find answers, but nothing seems clear. 'Don't dwell on the past, and look towards the future' they say. What future? My son was my future. Now, what do I have to live for?
I mean, who will even care if I die right here and now?
And when I pass, will my son await me in heaven? Or is that a lie as well?
Questions such as these run through my mind... All the time...
But why, through all my problems, did I decide to come back for the farewell match? Well, that's simple. My son enjoyed watching me at work. Wether it was from the crowd, from the back, or from home, he would watch with a smile. Win or lose, he loved it.
After I lost the conquest match, I came home in a rage. But my son, being the brave trouper that he was, calmed me down.
"Don't worry pop. You'll be champ one day."
It's etched in my mind, and always will be. Because a mere three days later, he left. He left me. He left this world... Forever.
This is my last opportunity, and I won't let it pass me on by. The GWC World Title will leave with one man, and that man must be me. It just hast to.
So on the thirteenth, Zak, Carter, Ragnals, Brad, and CSB, I'm sorry. Because I respect you all, but I must do what I have to do to be victorious. And if that means crushing six other dreams to make mine a reality, then so be it. Because for one night only, I will bring all my strength, speed, slickness, swagger, and skill to the ring. And with nothing to lose, I will not stop, until I walk out with the belt.
I dedicate the win to Willy Williams.
