Sometimes when life's got me down and I need a bit of motivation to carry on, I always try to think of Antonio Margarito. In doing so I quickly realize that whatever is plaguing me that day is nothing compared to what this brave warrior has had to endure so early in his life.
And then I feel like a little urchin ****. How can I complain? This man fought on the night he found out his brother was murdered.
If someone murdered my brother I'm pretty sure I would've called in sick the next day. But Tony didn't. He fought on in memory of his brother. Thats the kind of character you just can't teach.
Then I think about his infectious smile. I mean seriously, look at it. Its like the first time I saw a sunset.
At that point its kinda hard to justify a bad day and I usually suck it up and get on with it.
All because of Antonio Margarito.
And then I feel like a little urchin ****. How can I complain? This man fought on the night he found out his brother was murdered.
If someone murdered my brother I'm pretty sure I would've called in sick the next day. But Tony didn't. He fought on in memory of his brother. Thats the kind of character you just can't teach.
Then I think about his infectious smile. I mean seriously, look at it. Its like the first time I saw a sunset.
At that point its kinda hard to justify a bad day and I usually suck it up and get on with it.
All because of Antonio Margarito.
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