I think my parents were relieved when I began showing some interest in something besides drugs and gang involvement. They weren't too spiritually hip at the time to any religious side of Martial arts to worry much.

I did involve myself in Taoism and the philosophy of Tai Chi Chuan, looking for that inward and outward immortality edge or 'elixir of life' for some supremely profound principal. I was also involved in many of the arts, (besides Wado).

I started some introductory classes with Kenpo early on, but I somehow discerned (before signing a contract) that the Kenpo instructors weren't on the level about something. They were too un trustworthy, and later my buddy and I found out they were scamming whomever they could, to take up front money (300.00+) from each and then they skipped town... leaving behind a big news story.

After that I studied Shodokan at the SPAR with Pat Herrington, national champion, before his death,.. jogging.

I had gotten up to 2nd level green belt at the time, and had to start all over somewhere else.

I began being privately trained in Shaolin Kung fu by my neighbor, Johnny Dial, US Air force champion. He was also into Bruce Lee's teachings of "no style", flowing like water, "the way of the intercepting fist", and boy was Johnny the baddest dude I've ever seen, in adapting to all circumstances on the streets.

I even witnessed Johnny chopping a glass quart bottle top off with his hand without moving the bottle, (filled halfway up with water). I thought that was an impossible feat, but he believed he could do it, and did.

But he could not award belt levels but I trained with him for about a year, along with his brother Joe, until it was Johnny who introduced me to Larry Wallace, head of the American Wado Asso., who was also in the Air force at the time.

From there I mainly focused on Wado since Larry could award certification.

Yeah I loved it at the time, but just after turning nineteen I discovered having obtained the honorary title of second degree black belt with undefeated status by age 18 didn't stop bullets.

I used my skills to kick and knock out a guy, among four, who was attempting to strike me, after a long day at Wool-Co...

off the 610 loop in Houston.

Before all was said and done I was left with 29 bullet and stab wounds, from two clips of 6, and three different knives, from those four would be murderers.

I had just been filled with the Holy Spirit a week before in a great experience with Jesus and my life had been turned around for God. But on that night 31 years ago this coming March 11, I met the Lord Jesus again, only outside of my body, which had bled to death, and gone limp, unable to move my hands or feet.

In effect I did die, and was in the presence of a voice from behind that moved when I moved, and also some strange beings of light, all shaped like men but totally made up of light energy that the Lord called His Elder angels of light, and they each had coverings on their heads that had points on them.

I was shown many other things too - but way too involved to talk about in this short piece. It seemed that I was away from my death scene for about an hour... but there was no conception of time there, I'm just saying that estimate because of the amount of things shown to me.

And eventually a lighted hand from the darkness stretched out and touched my forehead and said, "This day shall I save your life that you may tell others of Me. Rise to you feet!"

and then I found myself back in my limp body, with the gunman still trying to shoot me between the eyes, with the second clip. The gun had jammed. I did rise to my feet again, and fought for my life, until finally I couldn't take anymore and began praying, as they kept shooting, punching, and stabbing me.

I just asked Jesus to deliver me, and a car was heard, and then seen with a white, wooly haired man inside it.

Jesus is the only reason I lived, and He supplied the blood that was needed to keep me naturally alive. I was never given even one pint of blood after I got to the hospital, and I have rare blood, so there wasn't any on hand at that time to give me anyway, so naturally speaking ..

I should have died according to eye witnesses, medical records and all probabilities,

but I'm still here. Soon to turn 50 this Wednesday.

Thank You Lord!

I don't know how many of you were alive back then to have heard or read about it, but I was that Monday night gunshot youth that made national news, that some began calling "Miracle Man"...., especially around Houston and out in Orange County CA.

The real miracle part that turned some heads was that my rare blood (witnessed by many doctors) reproduced itself as I was still steadily bleeding, like a bucket of water full of holes leaking, but the bucket stayed full!

I later went to countless churches of all faiths, sharing the story, and also on radio stations all over.

Yes, I be he; the MARTIAL ART MONDAY NIGHT FIGHT guy.

THE KARATE OF GOD

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