Fighting With Both Hands Tied

I am not a fan of fights, they just simply do not appeal to me. I watched once and wondered why the losing party would remain in the ring. You can feel the damage to a fighters body, those violent punches that throw them in a different direction. Why don't they chose another profession? Is it just the money or fame, is it the primal violence they enjoy, or is it some deeper appreciation for the survival instinct?
Perhaps it is deeper as I am finding. I believe each person on this planet is involved in a fight, a life or death struggle that in the end only death will win.

I discover how strong I am when I am in the midst of a fight. My current fight is one with many opponents, let me count they ways:
1. Foreclosure (gotta love when your mortgage goes from $426 to $1086 in four years)
2. Spouse's Disability (Thank you US Army, love those Anthrax vacc's.)
3. Town I reside in (Husband qualifies for Tax exemption town says "We never got
paperwork" -- Yeah I look that stupid!)
4. Depression (Did you not see the above)
5. And could someone please tell me what is wrong with the following 2 lines:
A. A police officer can run your tag because it is a "slow night" and pull you over because
they thought "someone else could be driving".
B. The police dispatcher can refuse to provide assistance when you have someone refusing
to leave your personal home property, even after telling them you feel threatened.

There I have laid bare my soul, please try not to pick too much of it apart.