My story is not a glamourus story. Growing up I was into Martial Arts. I had studied Karate, and practiced with other styles developing an MMA style before it was cool. I was the first in my class to enlist in the Army as a Junior in high school. I thought I was in good shape and could fight. Ft Benning soon corrected the over sights in my half assed training of a not so dedicated high school punk.

I came back from basic training and contiued a training regimine, mostly on my own, before I went to school every day. I loved how it felt, to be in better shape than most of the other people in school, and the fact I had already dedicated my self to something. I stayed in the reserves after high school and went to college, studing criminal justice. I found college frustrating, at the time I couldnt tell why. It was like every thing I learned in life, and through the military, they wanted to change. After a year, I dropped out and went active duty in the military.

Events happened in the Army, that made me become disillusioned with it, and I finished out my 4 years and took my discharge. Like a lot of veterans I had gotten tired of getting up early, and doing PT every day. So, I stopped. Hence started my soft years.

My soft years began to stop after I went back to college, and was nearly caught up in a hold up at a coffie shop. I was going to the coffie shop to study for exams, and as I pulled up the manager was locking the door. When I asked what was going on, he told me they had just been robbed. I had been running behind that day, and if I had been to the coffie shop on time, I would have been in the middle of the hold up with no weapons, and out of shape to fight. I began the process of getting my concealed carry permit that week, and started to look for a fire arms instructor.

The firearms instructor I found was Steve Mosley. He taught combatives at his school, as well as fire arms. Going to his classes re-ignited my passion for martial arts, and began my path into the study of Self Defense. I have been studying it for over 10 years now.

My purpose has changed over the years. My first son was born 5 years ago, and I wanted to be an example for him on how to be strong. I exercise in front of them with dedication, showing it to be fun, not a chore. My efforts show fruitation. I have 2 sons now, and they both join me as I train. Hitting the heavy bag, and bench pressing dumbells. My oldest loves doing calisthenics. I will contiue to be an example for them, and to contiue to improve my self.