Beyond the comfort of the Cooyesan Hotel in Baguio City as the tiny drops of rain started to pour down gently on Manny Pacquiao’s shoulder. It brought him to a childhood memory that put a smile on his face as he continues to run in the high-altitude terrain. It was the rain that became their bonding time with his siblings as they played along mud holes in a small town in General Santos. There he threw punches in the air weaving and ducking the raindrops as if it was possible to do.
In just a split second, it was as if time stops and everything seems to be moving in slow motion. The young Manny unknowingly instilled on his mind that on impossible situations, everything becomes possible if you try.
The rain comes from a tiny drop of water then becomes bigger until it reaches the vast ocean.
Who would have thought that a drop that is barely visible to the naked eye becomes so big and so grand.
That is why Pacquiao always felt a connection with the rain. With over billions of people in the world he stood there on the top…the boxing icon and the reigning pound per pound king. Yet, humble on ways you cannot fathom. Manny knows all of these things shall pass. Nobody stays on top forever…even the mighty walls of Jericho crumbled down. Everything is a cycle… like the rain that has gone through the top and goes all the way down through the rivers and back.
As the former two-division champion Jorge Linares became Pacquiao’s sparring partner for his upcoming fight, Jorge knows it’s going to be a good experience; however, it won’t be a pretty one. One heated exchange that left Linares’ eyebrow bleeding and was lucky he got his head gear on. This is how Manny imparts his knowledge if you want to be on top, then you have to feel the pain… no shortcuts… hard work…hard work.
As the drizzle of rain stopped and the road’s slippery texture becomes completely dry…everything goes back to normal. We won’t see another Manny Pacquiao…not in this lifetime. But like nature’s cycle, there would be that someone who fills up the void, a one in a billion chance like a tiny drop of rain that becomes majestic.
Beyond the comfort of a four-cornered shelter…on a place where nobody seems to know…there would be that someone weaving and ducking and throwing punches in the rain…
Everything becomes possible if you try…
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