Father Figure

     When I was in my teens although I had my grandfather, Alfonso Ramos, I met a man that I owe my life too. That I'm alive, that I'm not in prison, I owe to Robert S. Weinberg. This man reached into my chest and held my heart in his hand. Literally, he pressed his right hand against my chest and I surrendered allowing his right hand to enter my chest. I felt his hand cup my heart and at any moment he could of ripped it from my chest. But the bond the trust respect and love are such that I still live!

     This skinny lanky Chinese kid named Robert chu was walking up Amsterdam ave. and his green belt was sticking outside of his gym pants and I figured I'll just kick this chinks ass and show him what kind of karate he knew. But upon approaching him I asked what kind of karate he studied. Turns out I took his info and instead of kicking his Chinese ass I actually went to meet his Sensei and inquire about learning. My curiosity saved my life. I walked up to this man whose eyes reached out of his glasses. And his arms were like Popeyes arms. 

      I asked, you teach karate? He said yes. Well I wanna learn. There I stood with a knife are my side with my gang jacket and my Afro hair style. 

     He reluctantly gave me the paperwork and told me what I needed to do. The next class I was there. That workout was one of the most difficult workouts I can remember. He wanted to make sure I didn't come back. But the very next class I was there! He was surprised that I was there. He said you must be serious about training?! I said yes! Then there's 2 things you must do. I said; What? He said 1) you can't do drugs. I said OK. He said 2) You must cut your hair. 

     That next class I walked in with a crew cut!