That boxing ring is cruel, the foes hit to hurt. As strong as you are, I have to make choices about what you can take, when and how often. I do that because you are like Scrappy Doo, always tapping in no matter the size of the foe. So I will let you "at it," but you gotta trust me when it comes to choosing time and place. I'm good at that, you'll be okay with me.
If you are tapping back in to the divine cosmic flow then you are ready to boot up as an angel warrior. Fight the good fight. Good karma and godspeed.
When I was on the ropes you were there tapping in with no hope of beating our foe, yet you gave me a chance to breathe and the difference you made, well, it made all the difference. Now you are a real fighter. They laughed at you at first, you are aware of this. Nobody is laughing now. You became a real fighter in ways beyond their comprehension. The parts of of you they thought crazy, well, you were right, they were wrong. So now we fight together, you and me for always, because you were the one brave enough to tap in, the little mouse coming to rescue the mighty lion.
Every time I turn around you are there ready, tapping in. There are times though you need to let me fight on a bit longer, do what I do best. I promise you, little mouse, I will need you and I will always protect you.