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by T.K. Stewart - Edison Miranda, who will fight Andre Ward tomorrow night in Oakland, California, didn't live a normal childhood. When he was only two months old, the Colombian-born slugger was simply given away by his mother to a relative.
For Miranda, there was no such thing as a Christmas morning with presents under the tree. No pointy hats or cakes on his birthday. There were no family memories of Mom and Dad and no idyllic remembrances of being a happy-go lucky kid that do the things all carefree kids do.
“I was beaten everyday and they mis-treated me,” says Miranda of the childhood he endured. “All they wanted me to do was work and I just wanted to be a kid. When I was only nine-years old I ran away because I got sick of getting beaten.”
Miranda ran to the dark alleys and squalid streets of Barranquilla, Colombia. It was there that he was forced to live and it was there that he got a job sweeping sidewalks. Most meals consisted of whatever he could scrounge out of garbage bins. Most nights he would lay alone in his makeshift shanties, sometimes with other kids similarly deserted , but most times all alone. It was on these nights that he would dream of what it must have been like to be a normal child. [details]
For Miranda, there was no such thing as a Christmas morning with presents under the tree. No pointy hats or cakes on his birthday. There were no family memories of Mom and Dad and no idyllic remembrances of being a happy-go lucky kid that do the things all carefree kids do.
“I was beaten everyday and they mis-treated me,” says Miranda of the childhood he endured. “All they wanted me to do was work and I just wanted to be a kid. When I was only nine-years old I ran away because I got sick of getting beaten.”
Miranda ran to the dark alleys and squalid streets of Barranquilla, Colombia. It was there that he was forced to live and it was there that he got a job sweeping sidewalks. Most meals consisted of whatever he could scrounge out of garbage bins. Most nights he would lay alone in his makeshift shanties, sometimes with other kids similarly deserted , but most times all alone. It was on these nights that he would dream of what it must have been like to be a normal child. [details]
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