Two Fighters

“Emotionally I ricocheted between joy, amazement, and feeling exposed and raw. Lying in bed at night I’d plan escape routes from my daughter’s bedroom in case of fire or some other crisis. Driving over a bridge I’d obsess over how to get her out of the car seat and safely to shore if the car somehow went over the railing and into the water—a hangover from a previous part of my life spent looking over my shoulder, always anticipating disaster. Jo-Jo seemed to sense something of this. “Dig in, dig in,” he’d holler as I attacked the heavy bag with a flailing series of jabs, hooks, and crosses. Jo-Jo knew I’d never be a contender, but he wanted me to punch harder anyway.”

Pauline Dakin – The Deep – February 2018

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