i just saw an interview with mike tyson on nightline and i honestly had tears in my eyes.
who would have imagined this inarticulate brute, this mumbling thug, this clueless neanderthal, would not only survive his violent childhood, criminal youth, imploding career, but then become such an introspective, self-aware, articulate, eloquent, human being? not only wise and growing wiser, but eager and urgently searching for more wisdom, more self-knowledge, and more self-awareness?
few ever do it. few ever accomplish such self-awareness and wisdom. if only anissa had survived her overdose and the following almost inevitable prison term, maybe, just maybe, she had would have had the rare stuff to discover self-knowledge, self-awareness, introspection, wisdom, and change. maybe only her closest, dearest, clean-living friends could take a guess at that kind of outcome.
ok, dont throw rotten tomatoes at me for this imaginative excursion! but i'm imagining a scene with big, bad, mike tyson walking hand in hand with tiny, anissa jones, like in a scene from the movie "what dreams may come", talking to each other about life and gathering wisdom.
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