THE EARLY YEARS

It was around 1987 or '88, I was young and working construction. I rode bulls on the weekends to try to make some extra money however, I knew I wasn't good enough to go Pro. It was fun and a good way to pass time. Now I had been riding for several years and never been hurt to bad, but here lately my back was starting to hurt a little. I put it off as a hard days work and went about my business. Then one day I go to my Doctor for a check up and I tell him my back has been sore and he orders up a x-ray. Oops...Not one but two broken vertebrates in my lower back, Doc said that they had been broken for quite some time and that there wasn't anything he could do for it. However Doc did tell me to quit the Rodeo Scene immediately. That was easier said then done.

In 1989 or '90, a young bull gets my number. The bull, Rocket, short, fast and meaner than Hell. We come out of the chute into a fast flat spin to the left, all is going good until I lose my right foot. This tips me forward into the the spin and I hang up. Just as I get my feet, Rocket throws a twist that brings his rear legs down on mine. I go to the ground and the 1100 lbs. Rocket lands on me and roles over me.

I remember thinking that didn't hurt too bad, and I started to get up from my face down prone position. Nothing worked, my arms, my legs, nothing. Oh shit, I did it, I went and broke my back for good. Why didn't I listen to Doc and stop. Then as fast as it went away my feeling came back. I slowly rolled over onto my back. There were guys around saying don't move let us get some help. I sat up and told them I was fine, picked up my gear, popped a top on a Budweiser and never got on another bull. I miss it everyday.

Somewhere in my head and heart, I thought someday, maybe I will go Pro, it was all over now. Not only did I leave the bulls behind but also a lot of good friends. It was just to hard to hang around the rodeo and not ride. Construction was still the main income and I knew I didn't want that to be my career choice. So I made a change...Sales Rep, I'm not a very good sales person.

My wife, Tamara was ready to leave me and told me I had better figure out what I was going to do with my life. I came to her one day and told her I was going to the Police Academy. Not a good day at the casa.

FIRST TIME JITTERBUGS

This is a first for me. I've never even heard of blog before yesterday. My friend and Co-worker, Jack has been writing for a semi-long period, almost a year. He kept it private, due to the fact that he was concerned that it might be a problem at our place of work.

Anyway, I'm sitting at work and an Officer from a different department comes into my office and asked me if I had seen this web site. He gives me the site and as soon as I see it I know it belongs to Jack. So I start reading and man 'o man is it good. Well, now I feel a little bad because once he finds out we know it's him, he terminates it. Prior to Jack destroying pages I read quiet a few entries. Jack has tons of fans who don't want him to stop, so today I tried my best to keep Jack on-line. However, he does not know what he wants to do. So, I write this in regards to Jack.

There are few people in the world with the ability to write and to write well. If you decide not to write about the crime we fight everyday that's fine, just keep writing. Don't let the people down who for some reason, feel they must read what you write. Some I'm sure because they have nothing better to do, some, because it's takes them on a ride and others to learn what life is like when you don't have the blinders on. If you don't write for yourself, then write for your fans or peers or whatever you want to call them. Jake don't miss out on something that has made you proud, I know your ego...hell, I see it everyday. Don't stop writing.

Your friend...BladeRunner.