My Story - Mike King Last day of decade 31st Dec 2019.
Chapter 1 - The Australian Dream
I 100% had the perfect dream life and more than anyone really could ever ask for. My life was The Australian Dream.
From the back balcony I looked across the lake to the mountains. Seeing the sunsets move across the range with the seasons. Something I appreciated and was fascinated by more and more, the combination of storm clouds mixed with wild weather, providing the perfect, ever changing, backdrop to my home.
Just 50 metres from the front door I could stand at the top of the hill from where I could see the surf crashing over moon island and get an instant surf check before taking a 10 minute drive to the beach. My daughter Jolie, now four and just gorgeous, would wrap around inside my arms and we would roll together across the steep grass slope of our front yard. Matty would be laughing and next in line. Two years old, beautiful boy and always laughing, smiling and boxing with me.
The Australian Dream was my life right there. Two dogs, a cat, a home that we were buying, a job working outdoors and getting good money. Right on the East coast of Australia. Life was vibrant, dynamic, contrasting, alive.
I found myself staring down over my own head and shoulders. I was in the garage of my mum’s home. It was dark and no-one else was with me at all. I placed the last Ecstacy Pill into my mouth and wondered what I was going to do when the effect wore off. I had been taking these pills for about a week now and using my new “sense of awareness” to find a better way, to find a solution to this state of existence that was just going around and around and around.
But without the pills, I knew that I could not do it. Though it was more than this. With the pills, nothing had actually happened. I had met a few guys, been able to talk pretty smoothly while I was high as a kite. But in actual fact, not a thing had been produced.
I knew at that point that I had lost my family, my self respect and more than anything, I wondered what my father would be thinking of me if he could see me now placing this pill into my mouth, kidding myself on how to handle life.
At that moment, I was faced with a choice. Do I call my drug dealer and set myself up with another week’s supply, knowing that I would again me at this moment of the last pill at hand. Or do I face the emotional downward slide that inevitably was about to occur as I face life without Ecstacy?
This was a turning point that I had to choose. From where I was sitting, either one looked just as black as the other.
Chapter 2 - The Title and My Happiness
Four years earlier, I stood in the centre of the boxing ring in Sydney Australia as the new Professional State Welterweight Boxing Champion. This was a feat I had dreamed of and worked towards for the past 5 years. Prior to that I only ever imagined how someone could be brave enough to step into a ring and trade punches with someone that brutally wanted to knock my head off.
To be a State Champion held a variety of statuses I wanted to have and be a part of me. If I was State Champ, I would have self confidence, respect from others, I would have space as I would radiate a glint of awareness and ability that was unmistakable. A champion that had worked hard and earned the title that would not only prove I was the best in my division, but also could be the best in whatever field I chose to work in.
There I stood with the State Championship Belt in my hands. I held it high, to receive applause from the crowd, but inside I had the question, “What Now?” I hadn’t set any goal in fact past State Champ. I never imagined that I could win it, let alone defend it or move on to higher titles like National or even World Champ. But more so, what about those qualities I thought would come along with this status.
Self confidence, respect, certainty, pride, calmness and an unmistakable glint of internal power.
I didn’t feel any of those qualities. I was physically exhausted from over training, I hated my trainer as we had not been getting along for a long time now and I just had no idea how I had gotten here. How did I feel? Like a “Dumb Boxer.”
When I looked in the mirror, I didn’t even like myself.
Believe me. This has no reflection on the sport or any disrespect to so many great fighters that have played and do play this great game, fighting their way from adverticity to greatness with the best tool that they know. Their fists. Does boxing cause damage to an individual from all of those punches he will inevitably receive while training for and playing this great game? Not a doubt. But just tune in and listen to so many great fighters that have fought the best of the best.
Muhammad Ali, stricken with Parkinson’s died at the age of 74. He fought, out boxed and traded punches with the best of the best. He was the greatest and undisputed heavyweight of the world. But what did he do for the freedom of man through his time. Just tune into any one of those great interviews with David Frost and you will hear one of the greatest and funniest speakers of all time. And he knows his stuff too and his poetry is pure brilliance. Go ahead and search YouTube and enjoy. You are gonna learn something.
Just take a walk down to your closest retirement home. You will find the home of long lost dreams. The home of so many that were hardly ever game to take a step out of place. And there they sit, rocking in their chairs looking more beat up that the worse fighter that didn’t know when to stop.
Muhammad Ali was in the game. Sugar Ray Leonard, incredible motivational speaker, was in the game. Jeff Fenech, was in the game. Still in the game. It’s not the getting hit in the ring that hurt anyone, it was that loss of those life dreams that hurt more than anything at all. When they were in the ring and working around the game, they were alive. These guys have the stories and they fought to earn some of the greatest stories that you will find anywhere on earth today.
So come back where to where I stand in the ring with one of the greatest achievements I ever imagined possible for me. Mike King. State Professional Boxing Champion. Round 5 Knock Out.. Why would I not feel anything other that pure exhillaration, achievement, success, self worth?
Really it was nothing to do with how great that game is at all. It is all on me playing a game in somebody else’s control, somebody else’s personality, somebody else’s moment. It was not in fact my moment at all and I am gonna tell you all about this in another story. But here is my advise and this in only my opinion. Opinion is not fact, please remember this very important point right here. Opinion is not fact. Opinion is just what someone sees how something is or ought to be. It is their view point. Possibly in alignment of your own, but not your own.
Fact is what comes from within you. You want something, you want to work for something and you take the steps to move forward and take it, earn it, achieve it. Then, this is FACT. This is Truth.
For me this is my fact. When I want something, I go out and get it. When it comes down to it, that is all that matters. I do it for myself, and for the benefit of those around me that I love and care for. This is FACT.
So go ahead and make your own facts in your life. Be careful of the opinions of others. Listen and utilise from those that know and have done so before, but know with total certainty, you are doing something that is coming from within. That is FACT and do not ever doubt it.
Today I am so proud of that Championship Belt that sits on my wall in my office. Signed by Kostya Tsu with a great well done on it. I never thought that I would be able to achieve something like become a state champion, but I stuck to it and had the toughness to stick with it and came home with the goods.
Choose your championship and don’t be stopped from taking it.
Chapter 3 - Moving Forward
It has been 23 years now since I put that last Ecstacy Pill in my mouth. And Yes, I did take it. No, I have never taken a single drug since that date and live a life surrounded by close friends and associates that are drug free. It really is something to know that when I am working with someone, I am working with someone. They are there and not dribbling out smooth words that come from drugs or even alcohol. I hear true communication and true laughter.
I walked away from it all after that day. Left behind a lot of guys who I thought were my friends, some of them now dead, some of them just further gone. When I returned to my home town for a funeral of one of my best friends, it was like a sudden skip in time. The conversations were still the same. The use of drugs, to a greater of lesser degree where still the same, but on top of this, an even more insidious evil had snuck in and undermined this whole bunch of guys that I have grown up with.
We’ll pick that up on a later subject as I actually took no part in it. It’s one long story and is a book in itself. 23 years ago, I hit a crossroads in my life and I took the correct path. I chose a life that is drug free and I chose a life to be associated with the right people.
A quick snapshot of now:
I am married to the love of my life. We have an amazing 16 year old boy who is so close to the both of us and an integral part of our lives.
We travel the world from Taiwan to the US and back to Australia on a regular basis. This is our life.
My two children from my first marriage, both grown up now and doing really well. We are in touch all the time, I am so proud of them and they are doing awesome.
My base in Sydney is in a super key locations. We own it. We own quite a few others. Business is wild, life is wild and getting knocked down from time to time is just a part of it.
The great Heavyweight Joe Louis was asked by quite a rude and covert reported one day. “Joe. Is it true that on your first fight you got knocked down three times?”
Joe paused for a moment and took this in. His reply, “Yeh! That’s true. But I got up three times.”
This is life and if you think you are not gonna get knocked down, please let me know how you plan to do so.
Chapter 4 - It’s all different now.
It truly is. Each day of my life is a challenge and a game and I associate this to one simple fact.
I chase my dreams.
When I wake up and find that I am in the grind to handle all of those problems that have been handed to me by others, some created by myself also of course, then I am one very unhappy guy. My first urge is to roll over and just ignore it for another 20 minutes while I try to get that little bit more sleep that I don’t actually need at all.
But when I wake up chasing my dreams, I get out of bed. I can’t wait for the next day to come as I know that I am getting one step closer to the attainment of one of more of my dreams.
When I am dreaming, I am totally, 100% full throttle alive. The last 23 years of my life have been a roller coaster ride achieving them and I have come to find that the only limit on these are the limits that I place on myself. Dreaming is a very pure thing. It has very little to do with money at all. Sure, Money is one mother of a barrier in almost all cases, but it has very little to do with the dream process and the attainment of them.
I challenge you to ask this question of anyone that you know who has achieved greatness. Have achieved some incredible achievement that was for them a dream that they made come try.
Ask them “How did you get the money to do that?”
Good luck if you get an answer. And even if you do, I think that in most cases it would not actually be the truth.
This question is a bit like asking a golfer how he holds his golf club. The minute that he starts to even think about it, the ball just starts to fly all over the place. I am not saying don’t practice how to hold your club properly. But when you play, play. Who cares how you hold the club.
This, I will challenge you to take on as a fact:
FACT: Dreams are Senior and Dreams are the fuel that drive life.
This is what I am here for today. I hope that this is also why you have stumbled across my story. I am here to help you achieve your dreams. I don’t give a damn how you hold the club.
Have a great day and I’ll see you real soon.
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