It was one sweltering day when I first set foot on the FYBC. There were roughly 50 sweaty men & boys combined fixated on instructions, on time, on the task. No talking, no looking around, just looking straight ahead, set to achieve a days work. It was all rigid, straight lines, a man’s world!
There I was this small little girl who had no clue on what she’s in for. I was greeted by this 78-year-old up beat man, his name was Franky. Let me describe Franky, he was this happy little man, always drunk when he turned up to training, I guess that’s why he was always the happy chirpy man that we all knew him. He loves his urban necklaces he wears around his neck, he was definately a ladies man as he often talked about the new woman he has met for that week.
He was the sole person who took notice of me, at a 4:50 ratio he took me under his wings. He was the 1st trainer to teach me a proper punch, slip, hook. He was a relentless trainer, ‘Come on Lazy Bone’s’.. This became my nickname..
Yesterday we received sad news our happy little man, the Franky we so dearly love had passed away. Writing this is bringing a tear to my eye, I feel like our club has lost an organ…
Franky, I will always be indebted to you for encouraging me to defy the ratios, for teaching me a thing or two about life. For making me believe that happiness is at hands reach and re-affirming in me the lesson, you won’t get to your destination sitting down.
From the bottom of my heart, thank you Franky..
You will be missed.
RIP.
There I was this small little girl who had no clue on what she’s in for. I was greeted by this 78-year-old up beat man, his name was Franky. Let me describe Franky, he was this happy little man, always drunk when he turned up to training, I guess that’s why he was always the happy chirpy man that we all knew him. He loves his urban necklaces he wears around his neck, he was definately a ladies man as he often talked about the new woman he has met for that week.
He was the sole person who took notice of me, at a 4:50 ratio he took me under his wings. He was the 1st trainer to teach me a proper punch, slip, hook. He was a relentless trainer, ‘Come on Lazy Bone’s’.. This became my nickname..
Yesterday we received sad news our happy little man, the Franky we so dearly love had passed away. Writing this is bringing a tear to my eye, I feel like our club has lost an organ…
Franky, I will always be indebted to you for encouraging me to defy the ratios, for teaching me a thing or two about life. For making me believe that happiness is at hands reach and re-affirming in me the lesson, you won’t get to your destination sitting down.
From the bottom of my heart, thank you Franky..
You will be missed.
RIP.
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