DEAR MIKE TYSON

  

Dear Mike Tyson,

Today, I watched an interview where a young journalist asked you about your legacy. Your response took most by surprise, you saying you had no legacy. I’d like to tell you why you are wrong. 

History will remember the very best and the very worse of who you are. But you have left your legacy in every moment that has been your life. You have been an inspiration to hundreds of little boys who were told they would never see their dreams come true. They watched you manifest your dreams through fierce determination and hard work. You were a life lesson personified. Many of us learned from you that mistakes could be made and one could come back from them. You showed millions that they do not have to be their circumstances, or their past, and could shape a future of their own making. You did that, with each punch, each knock out, each uphill battle where the masses, and the bookies, were betting against you.

I discovered my love for boxing watching you fight. My late father was a huge fan! He followed your career from Trevor Berbick to Kevin McBride and Roy Jones, Jr. My father loved the sport! He’d been a sparring partner for the heavy-weight champ, Floyd Patterson’s team. His dreams of a professional career ended with marriage and children. We would watch you and he always said that you would forever be remembered as one of the best. What an honor to know that you have not only left your signature on history, but also on the lives of so many who believed in you because you believed in yourself. That you have left so much of yourself for the rest of us to ponder and reflect on as we battle our own fights and go against the demons that sometimes seek to destroy us. 

Mike, you are the epitome of what legacy should be. You are honored and cherished. You are the embodiment of our ancestors who endured enslavement and Jim Crow and who won battle after battle despite all the odds against them. You are the blueprint for our future progeny. You’ve demonstrated that you can take a loss and still stand tall. You’ve shown us that defeat is only a building block to make us bigger, better, and badder! You are a black man, in a white world, who refused to be beaten down by those who stood against you. You made us believe. You showed us courage. 

With your answer, to that little girl, you didn’t give yourself the credit that you deserve, the credit that you have rightfully earned. You are a legend who will forever be cherished. And loved. You are more than dust and legacy has nothing to do with ego. Death will not erase what you’ve accomplished or the path you took through life with all its turns and roadblocks. Like it or not, you are the legacy of everything that can be accomplished. You are the legacy of hope. Be proud of that. Because we are!

DRIBBLE

I haven’t been able to complete a single thought in weeks. There’s been so much running through my head that it’s been next to impossible to sort through it. I’ll simply say the devil continues to stay busy. But you know how I do. The bits and pieces become dribble and dribble eventually becomes a post. So here goes. 

1. If you are now out here doing interviews and posting about Sean “P-Diddy” Combs and what you saw or what you knew, then you deserve to be in the same cell with him. If you were witness to his alleged depravity and you did absolutely nothing to protect or help his victims when it was happening, then you, too, should rot in hell. You giving up information now, doesn’t make you a hero. It only proves how despicable you truly are.
2. Historically, women have been saving the world since the beginning of time. There are those who don’t know that because the men who mucked things up have taken extreme measures to keep that history from the world. It makes them look bad and they can’t have that. Men muck things up and women have to step in to save the day. But we’re tired. There’s never any appreciation for our efforts. And many don’t really deserve us. But we never stop thinking about the children, and their future and what will happen to them if we don’t step in to clean up the mess. So, we stay in the fray, and we fight for what’s right. Then we watch as some pale-faced, limp-dick, lily-livered man erases our efforts from the history books. But that too, shall soon change. Because we are truly fed up with limp-dick men with no balls and no backbone. 
3. If you support and defend a man with no moral fiber. A man who has continually proven himself to be a habitual liar. A man who lacks character and compassion; then don’t be surprised when the rest of us look at you cross-eyed and question your own moral integrity. If you refuse to condemn the bad behavior then we refuse to give you a pass. So, miss me with your platitudes and excuses. You are no better than he is. In fact, you are probably worse.
4.  I still have no tolerance for cold weather. Heat is bliss. Cold is simply cruel. 
5. Men make war a pissing contest. It's dick waving to see whose is bigger. Every thing is tit for tat. They never consider the consequences or care who will suffer most. Women and children are expendable, even a liability if they get in the way. They are the epitome of Little Dick Syndrome, needing to prove their worth because they are lacking in all other aspects of their small worlds. But it's war. With big, deadly toys and even deadlier consequences. Innocent people die for no reason other than ego and revenge. Men waging war need to be bitch slapped.
6. Life has a funny way of interfering with your plans. It slides itself into your calendar and wreaks havoc on otherwise stable schedules. Life has a mind of its own and wields control when we least expect. It fathoms itself to be quite the comedian. But there’s no humor in its antics. Life is unstable and in need of therapy.

GOOD PEOPLE

I love to see young people doing well. This past weekend Big Daddy and I met a young man who is making a name for himself in the real estate game.  He is a licensed broker and I instantly fell head over heels. He was respectful, engaging, knowledgeable and from start to finish he made his granny, and this granny, proud. 

His name is Tye Williams and Tye was hosting an Open House. The upscale home was in a neighborhood that has never been known for being upscale, but gentrification is quickly changing the landscape. We talked everything from home design to politics and back. He had strong opinions and a solid moral character and I would not hesitate to recommend him to anyone in the market for a home.

Tye made such an impression that I knew I would write a blog about him before I got out the door. That’s saying a lot since I haven’t blogged in months. Well, actually a whole year! Life has had me in a head lock since my father died and Mom became my responsibility. But being able to come up for air and write about someone that moved my spirit has been invigorating. 

Tye is good people and it’s not often you run into someone so genuine, with such an honest, open spirit. He’s good people and good people are far and few these days. I see a bright future ahead for him. His will be a legacy of his own making and he’s already forged a foundation that exemplifies his upbringing, his talent, and his love for self, life, and family.

Are you thinking about purchasing a new home? Have a house you need to sell? Then Tye Williams is the agent for you. Try Tye for your home needs and BUY!!

 

Tye Williams

Broker

919-949-9359

tye.williams@nestrealty.com

https://nestrealty.com/tyewilliams