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Jessie never destroyed her
portrait but showed it around.Soon I
began to get calls from people I never knew. They wanted to have their picture
painted and before I knew it I was in business.
Along with my graphics
studies I had taken up photography and with some new programs I bought I could make
people look great.
I was finishing the eleventh
grade and still hadn’t had a real date. Everyone was going with some at least
once in a while but, “Shorty was left out.”
Most of the fourth graders
girls were as tall as me and a high school boy (not even me) wouldn’t date one so
young, though I must admit I was tempted.
There was one thing my dad
did with me and that was teach me how to defend myself.
Dad was a big tough guy that
worked the docks and that was part of the reason he didn’t take to me. He was
determined to teach me to fight and protect myself.
Sometimes late at night he
would be showing me how to feint, duck, and slip a punch. But what was the
hardest was to take a punch and get up and continue the fight.
After doing this from the
time I was small I had all of the moves ingrained in my psyche and then came
the dirty fighting or street fighting like he had to do on the docks.
After learning all of this
and being hard bodied (though small) I decided it would be better for me just to
take it and not to get in a brawl so I always just ignored the insults and went
The last day of school I was
walking down the hallway when one of the seniors shoved me into another senior
and almost knocked him down. He was one of the meaner guys in the school.
He grabbed me and said I’m
going to get you after school and teach you not to be careless when you walk. I thought of my old man and how he stood up to
all of the tough guys on the docks and I surprise myself and everyone else by
saying, “Okay, after school, be there.”
I figured the worst would be
a few bruises and a black eye which wouldn’t be so bad.
I showed up at the place
where most fights happened after school and here he came with most of the
school following him.
I thought all this just to
see me get beat to a pulp. I had pulled my shirt off and stood waiting when he
came up telling me what he was going to do.
I said for him to shut up and
fight if he wasn’t afraid of me.
In my mind was all the dirty tricks my dad had
taught me and without thinking I kicked him on the side of his knee and he
Then I kicked him in the ribs
and this took most of the fight out of him he was bent over and I kicked him in
the throat just hard enough to finish him off.
He lay there moaning and
crying. A couple of his friends stepped up as to take up the fight but some of
the football team quickly put a stop on them.
I helped my antagonizer up
and said, “Lets go get cleaned up before we go home.” He didn’t have any actual wounds that need
attention but getting his hands and face washed made him feel much better.
I told him he was going to be
very sore tomorrow so go home and soak in some Epson salts for that would help
He said, “Thanks and I can’t
believe you whipped me so easy and fast. You are bigger than you look.”
This was the only time I had
ever been treated like that for I was always looked down upon.
I truly hoped this was the
only fight I would ever be in because it is a sure way to get hurt.