Thoughts About Duran’s “No Mas” Decision…

Duran (1)The other night I tuned into a documentary about the infamous “No Mas” fight between Roberto Duran and Sugar Ray Leonard. Born on June 16, 1951, in El Chorrillo, Panama, Durán rose from poverty to become a world-renowned professional boxer. Known for his “Hands of Stone” punching power, he won world championships in four weight classes.  Cutting right to the chase – the boxing world and fans turned their back on Duran after he refused to continue fighting after the 8th round in the title re-match against Leonard.  Leonard was hungry to regain his Welterweight championship after losing it to Duran in the “Brawl in Montreal” fight in Olympic Stadium. Sugar Ray punished Duran by taunting him with every confidence diminishing tactic in the book.  Only fair I guess because in the prior match, Duran had done the same to him.  Now Duran would have to take his own medicine.

There are so many different views on what exactly happened to Duran.  Why did he duran 2quit? How could he just decide not to go on with the whole world watching?  Duran claimed to have been suffering from severe stomach cramps yet none of his corner coaches recall him ever complaining about cramps.  Duran also claims that he never used the words “No Mas” to stop the fight.  Whether he used the words or not, he still made the choice to stop fighting when fans everywhere were expecting him to take the fight to the finish.  To this very day, Sugar Ray still has no peace in having re-gained his title from an opponent who decided “on his own” to call it quits.  The media didn’t cover the victory the way Leonard had dreamed.  Instead, Duran got all the attention – but not the kind that made Duran feel respected – but utterly ashamed.  He had let the world down and the media labeled him as the biggest quitter ever to come into the game.

After hearing both sides, I can’t say that I support one over the other.  Who knows, maybe Duran did throw in the towel on purpose to take his millions and go home as some accused.  What I can say with absolute heart is that I feel for the guy because of what happened to him afterwards.  He went into hiding after his house was pelted with rocks and family threatened.  Fans openly revolted to show their disgust.  The once loved boxer became a very lonely and isolated man.  And as I watched how his life unraveled, I couldn’t help but wonder why he should be punished that way.  Gone from every sports writer’s memory was Duran’s incredible history.  How he powered up out of poverty, going from shining shoes to become one of the greatest fighters of all time. No one cared to remember his hands of stone.  Duran re-entered the ring producing some incredible wins against formidable fighters like Davey Moore. He would not win his last fight against Leonard for the WBC Super Middleweight title.  Even so, Duran would rebound and at age 49, Durán won a 12-round decision over Pat Lawlor to claim the Super Middleweight championship title.

I am sure of one thing.  Duran would have changed his “No Mas” decision if  he could do it all over again. Not because his decision was wrong for him – but because it wasn’t worth all the pain he would have to go through afterwards. No matter how hard he tried to regain the respect he once had, it was lost.

The inspired truth for today is my feeling that no person should ever have to endure the kind of punishment Duran endured for making such a difficult personal decision. For making a choice that was unexpected, unpopular and to most – unforgiveable.  I wish Duran had more friends standing by him and his decision, right or wrong.  The crowds that followed him through his victories had all but disappeared.  No one likes a quitter. And they let him know that for sure.

Look for the Good…

This past Friday I headed into work via the New York subway. There wasn’t anything different about this particular morning.  The same usual crowds were hustling and bustling to reach their destination on time. As I stood waiting LOOK FOR THE GOODfor my train to arrive, I noticed a young man standing on an adjacent platform across from me.  He was adjusting the height of a standing microphone. Though he was getting ready to strum a sharp-looking guitar, he drew absolutely no attention.  He blended in along with the rest of us.  After all, New York is a melting pot of people. I felt as if I was the only one who noticed he was even there.  After making a few adjustments to his guitar strap, the man started to sing.  And sing he did.  His voice replaced every sound in the station with an incredible rendition of the Drifters classic “This Magic Moment.” I couldn’t believe how utterly amazing he sang.  His voice was incredible and hit the highest notes with ease. In a split second…every eye …all the attention…every look was on him…intently listening to his beautiful voice sing…

“This magic moment…So different and so new ..was like any other until I kissed you …And then it happened… It took me by surprise… I knew that you felt it too…By the look in your eyes..This Magic Moment…watch it here..

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ul041CSNJto

After listening to the man sing for just a few seconds, I couldn’t help but start to smile.  I started to sway a little bit in rhythm with the uplifting beat of the song.  And you know what? Lots of other people were smiling too.  In a breath, this man took the cold feeling out of the air and filled it with a beautiful melody that changed what we were all were thinking about.  People were no longer peering impatiently into the tunnel to see if the train was arriving.  The atmosphere felt happier.  The platform didn’t feel quite as “tight” as before.

My train arrived and I hopped. My morning was changed.  I felt less hurried and hummed the song words all the way to work. “This Magic Moment…da ya da da da…I can’t say for sure if the reason why my day turned out so happy was due to the cheery way it started.  Maybe the appearance of the young singer in my morning had nothing to do with my happy disposition. I like to think it did.  I believe that it had a whole lot of positive influence on how I went about doing everything on my to-do list. How I greeted every person and how I felt when I got home.  A happy memory…a magical moment memory… had been planted in the start of my day and I held on to it.  I chose to keep that magic moment feeling.

And what is the inspirational truth I would like share with you?  That there is a whole of GOOD out there waiting to be noticed.  Happy sounds to listen to…smiles we can find or share ourselves.  Friends, choose to look for the good…for those things in your day that bring a smile or a happy thought. There is so much Good that cuts across every one of our days.  Look for them in your day and when you find a few …when you notice one special thing..that person helping the mom to carry the carriage up the steps..or the person who scoots over to make space for you to sit down…or any other good…hold onto it for a bit. It’ll change the lens through which you see things.  You’ll feel happier.  And you’ll want to do some good yourself.

Look for the Good friends.  Keep Looking for the Good.

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