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...The media was stunned by this action,
and even more so when he retired,
he said he could not hit a man again
after what he had just seen transpire,
that making money of televised strife
couldn’t justify the taking of life.

Most figured this just was his guilt talking,
the sportscasters all said,”He will be back.”
But Ray had never before been so certain,
and set his life upon a brand new track,
the killer puncher no more would folks see,
he enrolled himself in a seminary!

Ray figured if he had hurt people before,
the best path for him now would be to serve,
so the former C-student buckled on down,
and spent long evening studying The Word,
if God could forgive him for his harsh act,
then he could help others embrace this fact.

He started assisting in Tennessee,
in two years received a church of his own,
at first folks came for the curiosity,
then the strength of his sermons became known,
he listed to problems, striving to take heed
of his congregation’s issues and needs.

Now Ray had not joined with the Catholic flock,
so wasn’t opposed to taking a wife,
he married and settled in that small town,
and learned to life sublime pleasures in life,
now free of the weight of celebrity,
he had to admit he felt much more happy.

But he kept in mind all that had gone before,
and went to see McGill once every year,
prayed by the man he had doomed to silence,
the staff always saw Steel Hands shed a tear,
moved by how it left him broken and raw,
but then one went and told the press what they saw..

They had mostly forgotten about Ray
within a few months of the McGill fight,
but one now felt that he had a story,
and showed up at Ray’s small chapel one night,
his presence Ray felt obliged to allow,
the man said he was doing,”Where Are They Now?”

CONCLUDES IN PART IV.
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