Float like a butterfly, sting like a bee

Many many years ago, I was sitting in the Cincinnati International Airport for a layover while on a Navy trip. I sat there reading a book, I glanced up as I became aware someone was standing right in front of me. 

Standing there was none other than Muhammad Ali. He waved at me, I stood up and we shook hands. 

Some little kids came running up to him and he then performed a few simple magic tricks for them. He delighted us all.

He didn't say a word. Didn't need to. I was moved by his friendliness and grace. I've never forgotten this simple moment locked in time. 

There won't be another like him. Rest in  peace, Mr. Ali.