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 If a man tells you he knows your future you tell him he is a liar. Never let another person plan out your life for you. Some will tell you there
                 is no hope for you. Others will say you will never amount to anything. Sometimes the ones we love and trust the most may kill our spirits with
                 low  expectations for us. There are those who try to control our lives to use for their own gain. They will ask you to follow a lifestyle that
                 leads to destruction. No one can predict or control our destiny unless we let them. Every man  is empowered with the most amazing ability
                to control his own destiny. The creative power we have to force our life down a certain  path is by far our most  amazing attribute. Everyday
                we make thousands of decisions using our God given free will. If you mix creative ambition  with your power of free will the world is yours.
                Never accept another mans plan for your life. You decide! Slow down and find some quite time  to set  your goals and make your plans.
                It takes time alone to figure out where you want to go in life. Remember there is Good and Evil in this world. Choose Good and reject evil
                and the One who made this universe will stand at your side to help you accomplish your Goals. Choose evil and you will reap a life filled
                with destruction and negativity. Seek the council of God and you will get his direction. Even God gives you the right to choose and make
                your own destiny. Choose wisely because some of our decisions can have life long impact on our lives.  The prisons are full of people who
                figured that out to late.                                                  No Fate but what you Make. 

You want to join a gang?

Then you better be willing to die for making the same decision you just made when you came to this page.
There are fools out there who will flick their finger just like you did on your mouse  but they will be clicking on the trigger of a gun.
They will kill you just because of some color they see you in.

We are all going to die sooner or later but what a total waste of my life if I die because some fool does not like the color I have on.
You want to join a gang then you better be willing to
kill someone just like yourself just for his colors.

We do not mean any disrespect but it does not take too many brain cells to figure out that killing some guy for the color of clothes or the street he comes from is just stupid!!!

Dead--
in Prison
Addicted to drugs
killing someone
robbing someone
Watching your friends die
Visiting your friends in prison--

 You can soar to heights only limited by your imagination.
Our surroundings simply give us a starting point on life.
Create in your mind the goals you want to achieve.
Then make plans on how to accomplish them.
Follow those plans with passion.
Never give in to whimpering.
Stay to your course.
You will succeed.
No Fate but what you make!

 What color should I die for?
Blue?
Red?
or
Gold?
How old do I grow before my love of the color grows cold?
Help me choose a symbol my friend can die for.
The star?
A Hat?
Or
a  hand sign?
It all makes sense?
Who wouldn't die for a color or symbol?
I would......wouldn't I?
You can...won't you?
My baby brother should..... shouldn't he?
Are these symbols that hold us together, the meaning of life?
Is a color as important as Freedom or a symbol and hand sign as virtuous as Love.
Stop!
What madness have we created.
We fight and die for issues of no meaning.
Gang Life has no future.
No Profit.
No virtue.
No worthy goals.
I choose a life with a future.
I reject mindless commitments to meaningless issues and conflicts that gang life offers me.
Why should I serve or follow these men who create conflict and hate to the point that it spirals out of control.
Yesterday you were my friend and today you are my enemy because they say you are.
Rubbish!
I will choose my friends, my future, my destiny.
Yes I would die for Freedom.
No I won't die for your special color, symbol, hand sign, or street corner.
What kind of brotherhood would ask me to do such a thing?
I reject Gang Life and choose...
Life!
                                                                                       

The General's Daughter

Moscow turned out to be an easy city to do business in. It was no different than New York, La, Chicago, Mexico City, Hong Kong or any other city I had been in all over the world. I made my connections with less problems than most places. In fact the ease of fitting in to the Moscow night life worried me that something was just not right. How could I be meeting all these big fish in Hackers Canyon without ever getting some kind of resistance or demand for proof of my credentials? "So you're the Bar Man?"...."Your a hero in Moscow" was repeated to me by almost every person I met. Only one, very hot lady, asked for my code name sent ahead of me by the Old Man. I figured She could be the only legit HC member and all the others were Government agents or the place was just very loose as far as security and making sure someone was who they said they were. That "very hot Lady" gave me very little attention the first night I met her. That hurt my pride and confused me even more. She was the only one who knew I was really who I said I was but she acted like she could care less if she said another word to me. To all the others I as a modern day hero and to her I was just another face in the crowded night club.

The Old Man sent me to Moscow to meet a Russian General who wanted his daughter smuggled into Canada because he feared the Russian Mafia would harm her to get at him. I was sent to make it happen. We couldn't go through regular channels because no one could know where she was. The General had enough pull to make it happen through legitimate channels but he trusted no one. Well no one by the Old Man in Hackers Canyon and if the Old Man sent me, he trusted me. This was a tricky job but the pay was very good. Besides, any mission the Old Man sends you on looks so good on the resume that most would do it for free or even pay to do the it. If I succeeded I was a "made man" throughout the Canyon. Instead of looking for jobs they would come to me. If I failed the Old Man I was through doing business in Moscow. What I never dreamed of was just how beautiful the General Daughter would be. Her picture was forbidden to be taken by the General. Falling in love was not in my plans and it sure wasn't allowed when on a mission for the Old Man. Don't get me wrong it was okay to fall in love on a mission just not with the clients daughter.

Tasha was twenty four years old. She was highly educated. Just what you would expect for a Generals daughter. She was working on her Masters from Harvard and got her undergraduate degree in economics from Moscow University. I wasn't worried about keeping up with her intellectually. My education pedigree exceeded hers but little did I know how smart a Russian Generals daughter could be. Daddy didn't raise a dumb daughter and he sure showed her how to succeed in her country that was  full of Russian tough guys. I was raised on the mean streets of St. Louis and used my street smarts to get my formal education. She was handed hers on a silver platter and trained like a princess in a Russian Monarchy.

I soon found out that these Russians were not loose with their security and that my reputation would mean nothing to them or the General until they had tested my metal. He wasn't going to let his baby girl be taken anywhere by anyone until he was sure what they were made up and that they were who they said they were. The friendly night life changed suddenly after being in Moscow for right at two weeks. My "first contact" meeting was set for the next day so I wanted to enjoy one more night on the town before things got serious. It got serious all right but it all started one day earlier than I expected. My metal would be tested in ways that only my russian friends knew how to do.