Growing up, I was the kid no one noticed. In group photos or school activities, I was the child on the end behind and out of the way. I made straight B's mainly because I was never challenged. In organized sports, my dad pushed me, but I just didn't seem to have the drive to excel. I was simply average in every way including looks.I worked after school and saved every penny I could. I wanted to join the various school clubs, but I reasoned it a waste of time when I could be making money. When I was fifteen, I was hit by a car on my bicycle on my way to cut grass. I spent fourteen weeks in the hospital recovering from a head injury that not only changed my personality, but the course my life would take.I began to grow and develop and by the age of sixteen, I went from 5-4 to 5-11 and began to put on muscle. I went out for JV football and was added as a running back. I became aggressive both on the field and in class and was soon on the honor roll. On the field I averaged over a hundred yards rushing every single game and by the end of the season, I was moved to start on varsity the next year.Now with all of this change, you would think I would be the BMOC, but I was quiet, abnormally so and word got around that the bike injury had fucked me up in the head. Everyone wanted to be seen with me at school, but no one wanted to hang with me at the Friday night parties. I never bothered to refute the whispered claims and didn't go out for football my sophomore year no matter who tried to convince me including my dad.Instead I joined a karate school. It was a traditional Korean style called Tang Soo Do Moo Duk Kwan and in this, I found a brotherhood who appreciated my quiet disposition. I rapidly moved up through the belts by studying two hours after school and working out up to six hours on Saturdays. Sundays I attended the local church with my parents and there I learned the moral rights and wrongs I carry with me today... Well, most of them.
