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 Muhammad Ali Hi my name is Cassius Marcellus Clay Jr. I was named after my father. I was born on January 17th 1942.I warned myself to be the greatest boxer of all time. I was really confident of myself I wasn’t scared of anybody, I was brave. I believed in me and kept bragging how strong I am. My motto was always “Float like a butterfly sting like a bee, you can’t hit what you can’t see. One day was an amazing day for me I had a chance to be the Champ, but I had to beat “Sonny Liston”, everybody thought I would never survive with this champion but I did, I thought that Liston was just a big ugly bear. I didn’t care what they thought because I knew what was going to happen from the beginning. By the end of round six the bell rang Ding…. Ding….Ding. I won I was the Champ!!! After a couple of days I surprised the world again my real religion was Christianity but I changed to Islam. After that I shocked them for a second time I have decided that I was going to change my name to Muhammad Ali. When I would walk on a sidewalk in pride sometimes people didn’t respect me only because I was an African American. In 1967 the American army informed me that I must fight with them in a war. I didn’t accept going, so I was sent to jail. Everybody hated me at that time they called me a Traitor a Coward an Ingrate and a Chump. Hitting people was one thing but killing people was just wrong. Life was so boring for me those years going from one courtroom to another, I was fighting for my freedom I hated this place more than anything. In three years I was released from prison. I reentered the Kingdom of Boxing, and I said again “I am the Greatest”. I had a very good chance again to regain my Championship, I had to beat the mighty George Foreman. George Foreman kept hitting and punching me till round eight, then I woke up from my trick and I knocked George Foreman on to the floor. Once again I was the Champion of the World!!! I have always been wishing and dreaming of being crowned King in Africa, not a real King but to be like one in everybody’s minds. In 1972 I had my own training camp in Deer Lake, Pennsylvania. He taught new friends, old friends, and total strangers I really didn’t care who came. Whoever were big fans of him he would talk to them and give them his autograph. I loved everyone, and when groups of children came to my camp I used to hug and kiss every one of them. I respected anybody that came. I always tried to keep them enjoying me with jokes, wacky faces, poems, rhymes, magic tricks, and raps. I’ve always loved to make people laugh. Wherever I went my presence made people feel special as if they were champ too. I lost my Champion Ship and I won it several times. Since that day my dream came true I was crowned as Boxing King of Africa!!! Article posted February 17, 2011 at 04:00 AM • comment • Reads 948 • see all articles |
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