A little before Christmas I wrote about a dog dying at the side of a road, and I spent some time with the dog and his lady owner until the dog died,Her husband then came along and I left. It was quite a heartfelt moment of life and the pain of change and death.
Last night I was in Penzance at a local boxing tornament where 2 of my boys were boxing along with other members of their small club, It was a Cornish event where all the Cornish clubs meet,there is quite a lot of bravado,broken noses and swaggering walks, but even more respect for each other,and after each bout each opponents coach takes the gloves off their opponent and sprays water in their face and mouth, that is the tradition,all bouts end with a handshake 95% with a hug,
During the tornament a big broken nose swaggered up to me and patted me on the tummy, and said 'meaning to come and say something since the last show when I saw you,just to say thank you for being their for my wife and dog, it meant a lot to us'. He was a boxing coach I asked how his wife was , and said thanks for coming over as I had often wondered how she was doing. It brought closure for me on a story or event in my life,in a place where I unwisely did not expect to find heart to heart communication.
As for bravado one of my boys won in 90 seconds and has been picked to box for Cornwall against the army in 2 weeks