Post#11 » by payitforward » Tue Jun 7, 2016 11:26 pm
I was lucky enough to meet Muhammad Ali about 15 years ago at an annual charity event in DC called Fight Night.
Waiting to enter the ballroom at the Hilton just up Connecticut Avenue from Dupont Circle, I turned around and he was heading right at me, a pair of strapping young handlers at his sides. His aura about knocked me over, and as he approached I mumbled something inept by way of homage and then "a-salaam-alaykum."
He paused briefly, spoke what was no doubt the standard reply but too softly for me to hear his words, then handed me a slip of paper w/ some lines in Arabic, a prayer I supposed.
The paper was slightly wrinkled and I felt on it the heat of the fingers in which he'd held it. "Mash-a-Allah...", I muttered in his direction as he moved on, "...that I have been allowed to meet you."
Later, when at the end of the evening I was at home again, I looked in all my pockets for the prayer he'd given me but could not find it.
May his memory be for a blessing among the righteous.