Ian Dawe – Triumphs and Tragedy – Chapter 24
In the past twelve months I have been hoisted in the air in front of thousands of screaming fans, stood atop the red rocks in Las Vegas, and learned the true meaning of kinship.
I have also been kicked out of the gym for reeking of alcohol, tasted the agony and embarrassment of defeat, and lost the truest friend I have ever known.
Although I full heartedly believe that I have learned as much from the highs as I did the lows in 2008, the latter part of this year has been marred by the memories of the days I never lived.
Something that will never happen again.
Just as I had started to accept the fact that I was not going to be the same person or fighter I was in the past, something changed.
For the first time in my professional career, I had been called out.
On March 28th I will enter the cage to battle a man I have already faced. A man who’s heart I have nothing but respect for. A man who has relocated to train with my old friends and team mates to prepare for this task.
Being known as a fighter who demonstrates more determination than skill in the ring, I feel that all of this has been done in an attempt to extinguish my one stronghold, my heart.
I have been singled out after a six month lay off and a loss in order to advance another mans career. Denying this would be foolish.
Although I stepped away from the sport for a short period of time, this break was necessary for me to grow as a person and acknowledge what truly matters.
One thing is for certain, I am no mans stepping stone.
My demons were laid to rest in 2008.
I fight for so much more than I ever have before.