Story of Fletcher Nine Fingers

I accept the sword, turn to the bully, and silently wait. Today I will die. It will be a death in a battle for pride and acceptance. The challenger is brave and willing, but undisciplined and chaotic. My katana meets his willingness to charge forward and attack death.In victory, I must leave to find my future. My friend Masa knew the secrets of the shrine and why it was built on the mountain. He shows me the passage. I step into the room and leave my home to meet my future. In the land of my home, Samurai vowed loyalty to their Shogun. In the place on the other side of the room, the Shaolin monks pledge faithfulness to the discipline at the heart of Gung Fu. True Samurai and Shaolin will not stray from their training or fail to stand when called. I do not waiver from faith in the skills I have been taught. Today, I stand called to face my death. P.S. Reviews are always appreciated. Fortunately, in secondary school, my interest in reading was sparked. A close friend and an instructor, who took interest in a boy he later called 'The rebel without a clue.,' were instrumental in my learning the value of a good book. Both piqued my interest in reading. My lifelong friend inspired me to read J.R.R. Tolkien and I became addicted to the fantasy genre. The instructor required I read interesting historical novels for academic credit. Frank Norris, Leon Uris, and Ken Follett are inspirations and fuel my love of history. Born to a military family, it was logical that I follow the military tradition. However, after four years of "yes sirs" and scraping the wax off floors I decided there must be more fun in a corporate career. Thirty plus years of work experiences across the globe, the corporate career landed me in Colorado, where I live with my wife and I can be close to my children and grandchildren.