Re: Iran Barkley
Yet he was focused enough that night to notice how pretty Ms. Graham looked. “But I was in a bad way, and I couldn’t wipe the scowl off my face,” he said. “I wasn’t capable of loving.”
Ms. Graham, whose husband died of cancer three years earlier and who had just ended a one-year relationship she described as filled with verbal and psychological abuse, said she was “not exactly in the mood to give love another try.”
But she was in a playful mood that night as she celebrated a friend’s birthday, and decided to walk up to Mr. Barkley and introduce herself. (“I think the alcohol gave me the courage,” she said jokingly.)
When his response came in the form of a meanspirited grunt, his scowl still intact, Ms. Graham blindsided the former champ with a clever combination of humor and sarcasm.
“Don’t you ever smile?” she said. “Come on, punk, are you going to take me out on that dance floor, or is the champ afraid to tell me that he doesn’t know how to dance?”
The scowl was replaced, albeit temporarily, by a quizzical smile.
“I was like, who the heck is this?” Mr. Barkley said. “She definitely got my attention.”
They danced for several minutes before returning to the bar, where they chatted over drinks.
“We spoke mostly about where we grew up, our kids and how life can be a real challenge,” said Mr. Barkley, 55, who has four daughters. “She was listening to everything I told her with a genuine look of concern on her face, so I knew I was sitting with a good-hearted person.”
From where she sat, Ms. Graham had a similar view.
“Iran first told me that night that things weren’t going so well for him,” she said. “But as we began to get deeper in conversation, I could tell that there was a loving, caring and very kind person trapped beneath all of the drama.”
Do not let success go to your head and do not let failure get to your heart.
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