Post by Emerson on Feb 4, 2017 11:12:50 GMT -5
Jackson Kent.
When I was a lil kid I had to go to court. I was maybe 4 or 5. Anyway when I went to court there was a man there in a black robe, later on I found out he was the judge, I didnt know it then of course. He asked me some questions, asked me how I was feeling and after several questions he asked me one last question, he asked who I wanted to live with , I knew what he was talking about. My mom and dad were seperating, actually they were divorcing and they both wanted us to live with them but we could only live with one. My sister was older, she didnt want to choose, or she wouldnt choose so it was left up to me. And it came down to one thing, who would make our food, dad wasnt a very good cook, never one for tucking us in or reading us any stories. With him we rarely talked just ate whatever he brought home and watched TV. No talk about our days or school or friends, its not that he didnt want to or didnt love us, he just didnt know how. He was old school. The way men were back then.
And I dont know why I am even talking about this. For some reason this is whats in my mind right now. Maybe it has something to do with the judges name. It ws George Jons, or John George or something weird like that, and I know Jude has brought it up last week, how my current opponent has two first names or two last names, which is kind of cool in a way. But for me Jackson just brought forth memories from my past. And I cant seem to shake it. You know some things just stay with us. They stay with us long after they should, they follow us into adulthood and beyond, most times shaping us and even defining us. Its wierd but it is what it is you know. But thats only one aspect, there are many more that makes me who I am. And who I am is the so called loveable loser of SFT.
No one has ever really taken me seriously. But you know I work my tail off. I put in 3 times the effort that most others do. 3 times the effort and thats almost as good as the worst effort from most. Which means that I have to work 3 times as hard as everyone else just to be even on their worst day. And my god its tiring. And I dont know why I even do it? Why should I try so hard just to try, on my best day im barely even on par with someone being on their worst day. And some people tell me I am close but I know they are being nice. The matter of fact is I dont have the god given talent everyone else does. I dont have that fitness gift, I dont have the speed everyone else has, Im stong but nowhere close to others around here. Im smart but intelligence can only go so far in the ring. In the end you either have it or you dont. And I dont. So the question is why do I go on? Why should I go on? And after much consideration all I can think is that I do this because I may never have the god given abilities of other wrestlers, but I have the heart. In my heart I know if I had to, I would run into a burning building to help someone. I would climb a tree for a cat, I would push a old lady out of the way to save her. But heres the catch with my luck, there wont be anyone in the burning house to safe, I'll just get myself burned. I will be the one who falls of the tree and break my leg as the cat lands safely on top of me and runs off without so much as a thank you, and I'd be the one to get sued by the old lady for pushing her out of the way of a speeding car. I am not a superhero, not even close, but I wish I was. I wish I was a hero, for my son, for myself, for my sister, for my friends, for god even. But I dont know. I just dont know.
So Jackson, goodluck to you. But honestly I am the one who will need the luck.
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