The Power of a Smile

At every nasty remark from Jeffries corner, he'd give his opponent another lacing. At every low trick or rush from Jeffries, Johnson would quip and beat it back. And when one well-placed blow opened a cud on Johnson's lip, he kept smiling,. A gory, bloody, but nevertheless cheerful smile. Every round he got happier, friendlier, as his opponent grew enraged, tired, eventually losing the will to fight. If ever a man won by nothing more fatiguing than a smile, Johnson won today. That man is us, or rather it can be us, if we strive to become like him.