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Every afternoon, as they were coming from school, the children used to go and play in the Giant's garden. It was a large lovely garden, with soft green grass. Here and there over the grass stood beautiful flowers like stars, and there were twelve peach-trees that in the spring-time broke out into delicate blossoms of pink and pearl, and in the autumn bore rich fruit. The birds sat on the trees and sang so sweetly that the children used to stop their games in order to listen to them. "How happy we are here!" they cried to each other. One day the Giant came back. He had been to visit his friend the Cornish ogre, and had stayed with him for seven years. After the seven years were over he had said all that he had to say, for his conversation was limited, and he determined to return to his own castle. When he arrived he saw the children playing in the garden. "What are you doing here?" he cried in a very gruff voice, and the children ran away. "My own garden is my own garden," said the Giant; "any one can understand that, and I will allow nobody to play in it but myself." So he built a high wall all round it, and put up a notice-board. TRESPASSERS WILL BE PROSECUTED He was a very selfish Giant. The poor children had now nowhere to play. They tried to play on the road, but the road was very dusty and full of hard stones, and they did not like it. They used to wander round the high wall when their lessons were over, and talk about the beautiful garden inside. "How happy we were there," they said to each other. Then the Spring came, and all over the country there were little blossoms and little birds. Only in the garden of the Selfish Giant it was still winter. The birds did not care to sing in it as there were no children, and the trees forgot to blossom. Once a beautiful flower put its head out from the grass, but when it saw the notice-board it was so sorry for the children that it slipped back into the ground again, and went off to sleep. The only people who were pleased were the Snow and the Frost. "Spring has forgotten this garden," they cried, "so we will live here all the year round." The Snow covered up the grass with her great white cloak, and the Frost painted all the trees silver. Then they invited the North Wind to stay with them, and he came. He was wrapped in furs, and he roared all day about the garden, and blew the chimney-pots down. "This is a delightful spot," he said, "we must ask the Hail on a visit." So the Hail came. Every day for three hours he rattled on the roof of the castle till he broke most of the slates, and then he ran round and round the garden as fast as he could go. He was dressed in grey, and his breath was like ice. "I cannot understand why the Spring is so late in coming," said the Selfish Giant, as he sat at the window and looked out at his cold white garden; "I hope there will be a change in the weather." But the Spring never came, nor the Summer. The Autumn gave golden fruit to every garden, but to the Giant's garden she gave none. "He is too selfish," she said. So it was always Winter there, and the North Wind, and the Hail, and the Frost, and the Snow danced about through the trees. One morning the Giant was lying awake in bed when he heard some lovely music. It sounded so sweet to his ears that he thought it must be the King's musicians passing by. It was really only a little linnet singing outside his window, but it was so long since he had heard a bird sing in his garden that it seemed to him to be the most beautiful music in the world. Then the Hail stopped dancing over his head, and the North Wind ceased roaring, and a delicious perfume came to him through the open casement. "I believe the Spring has come at last," said the Giant; and he jumped out of bed and looked out. What did he see? He saw a most wonderful sight. Through a little hole in the wall the children had crept in, and they were sitting in the branches of the trees. In every tree that he could see there was a little child. And the trees were so glad to have the children back again that they had covered themselves with blossoms, and were waving their arms gently above the children's heads. The birds were flying about and twittering with delight, and the flowers were looking up through the green grass and laughing. It was a lovely scene, only in one corner it was still winter. It was the farthest corner of the garden, and in it was standing a little boy. He was so small that he could not reach up to the branches of the tree, and he was wandering all round it, crying bitterly. The poor tree was still quite covered with frost and snow, and the North Wind was blowing and roaring above it. "Climb up! little boy," said the Tree, and it bent its branches down as low as it could; but the boy was too tiny. And the Giant's heart melted as he looked out. &quo
Right or wrong, Holyfield fights on By Kevin Lole Yahoo Sports
Right or wrong, Holyfield fights on By Kevin Lole Yahoo Sports
Right or wrong, Holyfield fights on By Kevin Lole Yahoo Sports Evander Holyfield is not hurting boxing. He’s not committing some atrocity by fighting Sherman Williams in a pay-per-view bout on Saturday at the same West Virginia resort where Slammin’ Sammy Snead was once the head golf professional. More From Kevin Iole * Hopkins shares birthday, values with MLK Jan 17, 2011 Evander Holyfield says his faith in God keeps him fighting when others feel he should retire. (ap) He’s working for a living. He’s selling a product: Himself. He’s no different than a door-to-door salesman who is hawking vacuum cleaners and hearing no far more than he does yes. Holyfield gets that most fans aren’t interested, but he’s hoping enough of you will find his boxing matches of interest to pay $29.95 on Saturday to see it. He’s one of the four best pay-per-view draws in boxing history, along with long-time rival Mike Tyson, Oscar De La Hoya and Floyd Mayweather Jr. He’ll be inducted into the International Boxing Hall of Fame the first time he is eligible, though judging by the way he’s going, that may not be until 2020. But he’s 48 now and not a very good boxer. He’s no threat to win the heavyweight title, though he’s still good enough to box the ears off guys like Williams. Any time Holyfield fights these days, there’s outrage. Six years ago, the legendary New York Times columnist, Ira Berkow, traveled to Holyfield’s 54,000-square-foot mansion outside Atlanta to ask him why he refused to give it up. Holyfield was a few months past an embarrassingly one-sided loss to Larry Donald that caused the New York State Athletic Commission to put him on an indefinite medical suspension for poor performance when Berkow made the trek to Georgia to interview him for a piece that appeared in the Times’ Jan. 7, 2005 edition. Holyfield was 42 then and had lost three in four and five of his previous eight, a stretch in which he went 2-5-1. But, then as now, Holyfield was refusing to quit, telling Berkow his goal was to win the undisputed heavyweight championship one more time before he retired. “I believe in the word of God,” Holyfield told Berkow. “And I believe in what it says about overcoming. That no matter what the situation, you can overcome it. As the Bible says, ‘I walk by faith, not by sight.’ “ Holyfield hasn’t wavered on that stance despite literally hundreds of calls for his retirement in the media. Bernard Fernandez of the Philadelphia Daily News, the long-time president of the Boxing Writers Association of America, became the latest to do so on Friday when he closed his column by writing, “Walk away, Evander. Nothing you do, in a professional sense, can add or detract to what you’ve already accomplished. You’ve earned your rest. Enjoy it.” Tim Dahlberg, the brilliant national sports columnist of the Associated Press, was ringside for most of Holyfield’s biggest moments, including his stunning 1996 win over Tyson. On Tuesday, Dahlberg ridiculed Holyfield’s resolve to regain the title. ” … Listen to Holyfield talk and you get the feeling he really does think he can be a heavyweight champion again,” Dahlberg wrote. “Unfortunately, that’s a dangerous thing for a 48-year-old who has been through way too many ring wars to speak.” Holyfield hears the critics, but he disagrees. Earlier this month, he uttered nearly the same words to Fanhouse’s Lem Satterfield that he did to the Times’ Berkow six years earlier. Asked by Satterfield about risks to his health by continuing to fight, Holyfield again referred to his religious beliefs. “But the fact of the matter is that I’m a Christian, and I believe in Jesus,” Holyfield said. “That is my protection. He’s been my protection, and, so, you know what? Because I believe in the word of God, this is the reason that I’m able to do what I’m able to do. And there ain’t been nobody that’s been able to do it better.” He’s one of the five or 10 best heavyweights who ever lived and has long since established his Hall of Fame credentials. No matter how bad he may look on Saturday, and no matter how much worse he may get, he can do nothing to obscure the fact that he’s among the greatest to have ever stepped inside of a ring. The outrage over his continuing to fight is because of a fear that he’ll be injured, that he may wind up like Freddie Roach or, worse, Muhammad Ali, silenced forever by Parkinson’s. He’s passed all the tests and so he continues to fight, undeterred by the critics and absolutely convinced that the undisputed title is his destiny. I wish he would stop, because it’s painful as a fan to watch. He’s like Johnny Unitas with the Chargers or Willie Mays with the Mets, old men stumbling around and unable to come close to their former skill or grace. But he’s fighting on pay-per-view and there is no more democratic form of television. If you’re interested, plunk down your 30 bucks and buy it. If you’re not, skip it. Me? I’ll pass. I heard there’s something good on QVC a

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