Boxing has been described as one hurt demanding another. One punch thrown, and then the counter. It would have been easy for her to live this way. She had been hurt so much. She had taken punch after punch. And she knew some became used to it. Some embraced it. It’s hard not to. It hard to turn from the violence that climbs in the ring with you each day. But she didn’t want to fight anymore. She didn’t want to carry pain with her, heavy, like a broken promise. So maybe one hurt did demand another. The only way out was to stop hurting. Stop being hurt. And so she climbed between the ropes. Left the smell of sweat and anger behind. Prayed that one act of bravery demanded another. Prayed that one smile demanded another. Prayed that one joy demanded another. And it did. Gentle people surrounded her now. People with love and laughter. People with hearts. She is living proof that one grace demands another.