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Another year is gone, I'm just older, maybe wiser.
It's time to question ourselves, who are we?
I consider myself a part of a great family, rooted in Honor, Pride, Strenght and Integrity.
Forged by pain, effort, dedication and passion.
Shaped by love, compassion, humbliness and wisdom.
Sometimes we are depicted as violent, rageous, angry individuals, after all, we are learning to fight.
To go to war.
So, who are we?
I see the answer just everyday, just walking on the streets.
I see it in the black eye of a young woman, a paper grocery bag in hand, eyes downward thinking about a drunk husband...
I see it in the trembling steps of a elderly man, fighting to see the end of the mont with the government susside.
I see it in the face of a ugly young woman, who think that nobody will date her.
I see in the tears of a child, in a soccer playground, bullied by fellow players.
I saw it in my mother's eyes, when some drunk insulted her at our shop, and she joked with me to keep me happy.
I wished I would have had only an ounce of her strenght...
And then, the answer would come.
We are learning to protect,
to retaliate, just in cause.
To not be overcome.
To keep our heads above the sh!t, even if we smell it everyday...
To ever, ever protect the weak.
And teach the ignorant, the unwise.
To help the unlucky.
To make things better, cause the world is full of horrors that we must not repeat "Nunca Màs", as some mothers and Grannyies have cried in A Square Place far away, held at gunpoint by cowards fighters.
I wish I would have only a fraction of their courage.
To all of you who are learning the real craft, I bow to you and I must tell:
It is a Honor to be a part this.
To be in the same family.
The one of the fighters.
Happy new year,
UNDERDOG
It's time to question ourselves, who are we?
I consider myself a part of a great family, rooted in Honor, Pride, Strenght and Integrity.
Forged by pain, effort, dedication and passion.
Shaped by love, compassion, humbliness and wisdom.
Sometimes we are depicted as violent, rageous, angry individuals, after all, we are learning to fight.
To go to war.
So, who are we?
I see the answer just everyday, just walking on the streets.
I see it in the black eye of a young woman, a paper grocery bag in hand, eyes downward thinking about a drunk husband...
I see it in the trembling steps of a elderly man, fighting to see the end of the mont with the government susside.
I see it in the face of a ugly young woman, who think that nobody will date her.
I see in the tears of a child, in a soccer playground, bullied by fellow players.
I saw it in my mother's eyes, when some drunk insulted her at our shop, and she joked with me to keep me happy.
I wished I would have had only an ounce of her strenght...
And then, the answer would come.
We are learning to protect,
to retaliate, just in cause.
To not be overcome.
To keep our heads above the sh!t, even if we smell it everyday...
To ever, ever protect the weak.
And teach the ignorant, the unwise.
To help the unlucky.
To make things better, cause the world is full of horrors that we must not repeat "Nunca Màs", as some mothers and Grannyies have cried in A Square Place far away, held at gunpoint by cowards fighters.
I wish I would have only a fraction of their courage.
To all of you who are learning the real craft, I bow to you and I must tell:
It is a Honor to be a part this.
To be in the same family.
The one of the fighters.
Happy new year,
UNDERDOG
Doesn't fit, my friend. 
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