My inspiration. My unquenched motivation to seek perfection. My single driving force that pushed me further and made me go on. Through blood, sweat, and tears I knew that I could press on because of this single person.
His strength became my strength. His pain became my pain. Every step that he took, I was right there by his side. I lent my voice when screaming to carry him on when he could barely stand.
His theme song became the unrelenting beat for which my steps would follow. It plays in an endless loop nuzzling me through trying times. Who is it that is my Italian American Idol?
The Italian Stallion, Rocky Balboa. I'm not sure if there's a male in America, let alone a Italian American male, who doesn't get excited when "Eye of the Tiger" comes on. I know I go out and eat nails, spit fire, and head butt large concrete slabs when I hear it. Rocky 6 comes out in this Christmas season. That's the only Christmas gift I'm going to need this year.
Viva la Italia!