I've heard all my life that big things come in small packages and that is probably because I was almost a midget until the 10th grade. Over the next two years I went from 5-4 to what I like to think is 5-10, but is probably a bit shy of it. Hell, with cowboy boots on, I'm okay and taller than most of the girls and women I've been with. Anyway, they didn't complain and I more than make up for it below the belt, or so I've been told.I took to boxing like some people take to fishing and soon Pedro began giving me private lessons. One of his stipulations is every one of his students had to make straight A's in school and between his classes and school, I hardly had time for the ladies. "The ladies" as I called them found ways to fill in the blanks and the fights continued, but after only 6 months with Pedro, I began to get a reputation that if you came after me, you better bring a stick or a friend.I began competing and winning and by the time I graduated, I was state ranked number two in my weight class. The number one guy was from Brownsville and I simply could not out-box this quick guy and we became friends. Years later I heard he was killed by an IED in Afghanistan. Hell, the same thing almost happened to me over a dozen times while serving in the Marine Corps.How this came about was I received a full scholarship to Texas A&M to train in Judo. I earned a 2nd degree black belt after 4 hard years of training, which was almost a record advancement, but due to my superior athletic ability and great health, I managed to get nationally ranked and ultimately recruited by the Marines after a national crisis in the Middle East.All my combat experience led up to one event. I was destined to be a Finisher where I operated in the shadows to rid Houston Texas of the earth's scum.
