R.I.P Ali

[Ron2andia]

To the greatest boxer ever thank you for the memories! ray:ray:

 

[Lew L]

RIP

May he rest in peace. A great boxer, poet,and humanitarian. My Dad was a Golden Gloves boxer in NYC. I learned how to box at the end of his left hook. BTW-- his handle ( nick name) was Lefty. It was double jab, straight right, left hook, lights out.

Kaos

 

[Darren111]

Prayers

Sending prayers from the UK to the greatest boxer ever.ray:ray:ray:

 

[WA5VHU]

It was 1970 and I had finished US Army Radio School and had orders for Germany, via Ft. Dix in New Jersey. I had taken a flight from Love Field in Dallas and landed in Philadelphia about 10:00 PM on a Sunday night. Needless to say, the airport terminal was almost empty of people, just a few straggling passengers from another late flight and the necessary airport workers. I saw another young GI from the other flight and discovered he was also going to Ft. Dix so we hung out together for the hour or so until the ground transport arrived. We were both in uniform, required to fly with our orders.

While we were waiting a group of about 6 people came into the terminal from one of the gate hallways. We both immediately recognized Muhammad Ali in the group. Mr. Ali must have flown through that terminal a lot because as we watched he walked over to each worker and spoke to them. These were the Skycaps, ticket agents, cleaning people and such. And he didn’t just speak to them; he called each person by name and asked how their family was, often asking about their kids – by the kid’s names!

He then walked straight over to the two of us. We were like deer, frozen in a car’s headlights. He smiled and asked us our names. I had trouble remembering mine. He tried to have a conversation with us but we were so awestruck by him that we could hardly speak. He asked us where we were being sent to, we told him Germany, he shook our hands and wished us well then headed out the door.

There are a lot of opinions about Mr. Ali but I know what I witnessed and that was a person that cared about all the people around him. He will always be a hero of mine and I will never forget meeting him.

Rest in peace sir.

 

[Ron2andia]

My story was in Philadelphia at the age of about 9 I met him in Genos restaurant on Broad street near Spring Garden was there with my dad (RIP) and my brother who was 7 at the time. I told my dad he was over there and he dared me to go talk to him... I did and he signed a napkin for me that I still have and asked my my name and joked with me... My brother was scared to come over and he joked with him also saying I'm a whoop that one over there hiding while holding up his fist cause he wouldn't come close... We laughed and it was awesome how friendly and open he was.. RIP Ali you were great in more ways than oneray::bowdown: