At least once a week, the local police had made the effort to haze Joe.

Today was no exception, since a cop car stop beside the large man. Yet, Joe did not stop.

The siren went off and two cops come out of the car.

The cops start to yell,”Stop or we will shoot.”

Joe did not stop and the cops started aiming at the young man and Joe flips around to take the bullets from the front. He did this to avoid getting shot in his spine. He had to keep working so that his Grandma could still eat and have a place to stay.

The cops begin to fire at Joe in the chest and head.

Joe puts his arms up to protect his head and chest.

The cops shot at him thirty times and Joe was still standing. The pig cops used all their bullets that they had in their clips.

Joe flexes the bullets out of chest and arms.

The cops are speechless and after a few seconds they begin to swell up with anger.

They pull out their tasers and shoot Joe in the arms with the prongs of the tasers.

Joe begins to laugh out loud so hard that the two police are so scared that they had wet themselves. Joe rips the prongs out of his arms.

Joe begins to turn around when the dirty cops pull peeper spray guns.

They begin to fire at Joe when Joe turns and smacks the pepper guns while the guns were still in the cops’ hands.

The guns go off in the face of the cops.

The two cops yell,”We will let go this time but be prepared for harsher punishment next time!

The two pig cops were known to haze the people in the ghetto in the attempt to keep the people down. They wanted to people there to remember their place in their world and not to seek to better themselves.

Joe would not let anybody pick on anybody around him. He would take the abuse himself but not abuse of others. The neighborhood where Joe lived was mostly free of abuse from the police and the gangs. Joe would avoid fights, but he would fight when felt the need to fight.

Joe did not fear the gangs or the law men and would not let them be running roughshod over those around him.

Joe went back home in his neighborhood when some of the neighbors ran up to him. They cleaned up his wounds and wrapped them up in cloth.

Some of the kids around the scene were crying but was quickly comforted by Joe.

He picked up about twenty kids of various sizes in his large arms and begin to swing around in a circle.

The kids begun to laugh and giggle out in glee.

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Minutes go by and Joe puts down all the kids. Joe and especially the children begin to stumble around. Joe had calmed down the children successfully and continue his walk towards his Grandma’s house.

The neighbors had been protected from harm by Joe taking on the beatings on himself. The whole neighbor respected and loved him for that. The young man had given the people hope that they could someday get a better life. Joe would struggle for betterment of himself and those around him without any complaints or any sluggishness.

Most of the people in the neighbor had given in to the abuse but Joe was the only one that

would openly stand up to the abuse(beside his aged Grandma) that the law and outlaws were giving out

to the people in the neighborhood.

Joe once he felt he had to stand up against the injustice, he would not back down no matter what. He would never back to anybody, no matter what could or would happen.

Joe had woken up early one mourning and was getting clean up in the morning. He had shaved, showered, and got dressed. It was one of many days he had to work.

Joe would work six days a week without fail for years on end.

Joe refused to work on Sunday, so that he could go to church. He would work any other day but not on the Lord’s day. This was due to Joe was raised in church his entire childhood and his love for

church.

The factory managers had wanted the entire work force to work every day and Joe could do the work of over twenty veteran factory workers daily without any visible sign of tiring. Joe believed he had to do this so that he could Sunday off since going to church was very important to him. At church he spend time just focusing on the Lord and spending precious time with Him.

Joe was threatened at first but all the enormous factory’s managers. But on the other hand, they did not wan

t to lose Joe as a worker, so they had soon relented to Joe’s wishes. Joe just did not show on Sunday no matter if he was scheduled to work that Sunday or not. Eventually the managers just gave up on trying to get the man to work seven days a week.

Joe would go to work early in the morning and arrive back home late in the evening. Joe would often work eighty to one hundred hours a week without fail. Every day Joe’s grandma would prepare a mighty feast that was breakfast.

Joe was a large man beyond imagination in the local ghetto at a thousand pounds. His body required a lot of calories to maintain his muscle mass. Joe was ripped and was under four percent body at all times. Joe felt his strongest when he was around four percent body fat so he stayed well in that range.

Joe spoke,” I do not know why you get up so early when you do not even work anymore!”

Grandma spoke,”Then you do not want your breakfast ham?”

Joe jerked back and spoke,”I did not say that! I will eat it! A man can not turn down a breakfast ham!”

Joe sat at the table and prayed over the meal and he began to eat at the large round table covered in all sorts of breakfast foods, such as pancakes, omelets, sausage, to name a few.

Joe said with food still in his mouth,” Are you hungry?”

Grandma spoke,” I have already ate while you were getting ready. It does not take me long to eat like you who eats the food enough for twenty men!”

Joe was completely oblivious to what his Grandmother was saying, since he was afraid that he would be late for work.

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Joe finished his breakfast and kissed his grandma.

Grandma spoke,” Do not forget your lunch bag! You and the other workers will be disappointed that they do not have a lunch! The co workers will be mad at you since they had gone hungry!”

Joe looked over to a custom made lunch bag that was the size of a small deep freezer. He grabbed it up with his left arm and threw the large bag’s strap over his left shoulder. Joe could barely fit through the front door on his own nonetheless with an enlarged lunch bag.

Grandma could never truly get over the sight of her grandson Joe attempting to put ten foot of man going through seven foot of door.

It put a smile on the old woman every time as her grandson left for work every morning.

Grandma hated to be alone, since it reminded her of the day she lost Joe’s parents.

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Joe had been asking his parents, McDonald, his father and his mother, Wendy to take on him on

a walk across the nearby neighborhoods. His parents told him no for many months because of the

chance of possible attack from the local gangs.