I knew everybody would read this one. Thank God its only a memory now.Rich your Desert Eagle brought back this recall. I was bartending at Art Stocks Playpen South in Ft Lauderdale in 1977 when a call came to the club it was my blood brother Carl he had some bad news 3 of my close friends were dead in two days , they had to take me off the bar that night because I couldn't mix any more drinks . My brother Carl is a Second degree blackbelt in Karate and a certifed personal trainer. He owns the Better Life Nutricion Center in Morehead City N.C. He instructs Karate and Weight training by private secisson . Back in 77 he had quit ECU East Carolina University in 76 and moved to Ft.Lauderdale cause his brother was having too much fun . Jerry French was the Blackbelt from Korea that made so many in my home town bad as. blackbelts , he could kick a basketball goal 10ft in the air , just unfucn believiable. Anyway Jerry had moved to the Aloha State and then he moved back . My Brother left Florida and moved home and was training to be a professional Kick Boxer . One night the White Brothers who had ben expelled from the Doe Jang came back to Start trouble , needless to say they knew the couldn't kick Frenches
. No one could , he was the man . So they shot him . My brother and my Cousin Blackbelt Bobby Webb brought him back to life three times on the way to the Hospital . He died anyway 3 pints of blood in his chest cavity . That was one friend . The Second was the "Guff" Donald Perry Guthrie . Captain of my High school football team and one of my best friends . Donald was tapping another mans woman , fatal mistake , see Duck don't run with no punks. Donald was so mean , my brother Carl Balance always said some day someone would kill Donald because he was so tuff , and he was right . A man Named John Eaton shot him with a tweleve gauge in his back yard in front of his two yr. old cousin . I'm sure John pulled it on him and Donald was probably thinking he was going to shove that gun up Eatons
when John pulled the trigger and took him out , that was number two . The third was Wayne Ballou he died in a suped up 67 mustang driven by my brother Carl Ballance . Carl had lost control on the 9ft road and hit a tree , and that Killed Wayne .The Car should have been on the Drag Strip and not even street legal but back in the Day it was that way . Such is life. To Make a long story short when my Brother Carl Whitfield called me with the news of three close friends gone in two days , I was blown away , beside myself . I've gotten kinda use to Death now , my close friend count is at 48 . Funerals are just another day , some place we all got to go sometime . I just thought I'd share this this morning . Thanks for reading.
"WHITFIELD"
I'd rather live my life believeing there is God and die to find out their isn't . Than to live my life as if their wasn't God and die to find out there is ! WHITFIELD
