Facing Off with the Champ

[image error]Muhammad Ali

The day I met Muhammad Ali, I was nineteen years old and working for a security company that provided services to the gated community wherein Mr. Ali lived. Our duties included alarm response and patrol, and there was a sentry stationed at the gate, 24/7.

 

It was circa 1982, and Mr. Ali had not yet been officially diagnosed with Parkinson’s syndrome.

That day, the sentry radioed for assistance. I responded, along with another patrol officer.

A well-known former child actor—who a...