Here’s a 3 count to ponder…
Had to post this pic since I have never seen Warrior toys in the store before unlike most others. In all the years–me–never. The date I went was Nov. 14 and Warrior was with Randy back in 1992 as the Ultimate Maniacs. Actually, Nov. 14, 1992 was their match against Money Inc. on SNME.
No, I don’t have all the dates memorized despite owning the DVD, but this one sticks in my head for other personal reasons. ❤ I love their promo shown on Superstars!! Anyway, while driving home I noticed a bright yellow car with New Mexico plates which is a rarity. Kinda hard to miss since N.M. plates are full of color—hmmm. 🤔 The toys, dates, and car~~~what a 3 count for the win! Now, onto my post for today…….
I have always enjoyed hearing about people’s backgrounds, histories, and family life. It really does make you understand how they are and why. This was very true of Warrior and how I got to know about his past which helped form his future.
Coming from the mid-west, I realized he was never really the Hollywood type and understood hard work and values. As his life and career advanced, he often felt misunderstood and parts of me could really relate to that. I was very independent also and liked doing things my own way. I did always feel like the black sheep and wondered why I was different.
Having embraced that now, it wasn’t easy and things were challenging for me. Once I decided to put pity aside, I rose to my challenges just like a Warrior. I began to engage in his disciplines of destrucity and self-belief for me in my own life. Finally, I found my voice, stood up for myself, and wasn’t feeling stepped on anymore.
You might think it was an obsession but that’s not how my feelings were or are now. I never once put him on a pedestal, built a shrine, (however I love to see collections!) didn’t always agree with everything he said or did outside of the business, and certainly never thought he could do no wrong. Yet, with all his decisions made– strong as they were– I never stopped believing in him no matter what.
Love can take on many forms and I didn’t think this was true about how I felt for him but it really is. What started as a very physical attraction (I was 15!) grew into something more spiritual and inspiring even before he passed. Love has a way of doing that even when you can’t admit it. I never thought I would have anything in common with him, a professional wrestler– really???
I always had that voice and confidence but just needed someone to bring it out in me, even someone I watched on t.v. every week. I admired him for being true to himself and knew I had to be too. It is amazing how we are formed by certain people when we are young but then get reformed by others even in unexpected ways. 🏋🏻♀️⚡️💪🏻🤘