You hear it all the time, but it so very true. There are good people in every ethnic background, and there are low lives in every ethnic background. In my last column, I was telling about my experiences at the Samoan House Restaurant in Honolulu. It was a promotional thing building up the upcoming World Title Match between Ric Flair and Siva Afi.

I had specifically disobeyed Lia, because at the end of the evening I was "snot-slinging" drunk. I was kind of worried about what Lia would do. I guess one reason I got off the hook was that I had not embarrassed her. The guys were taking advantage of me being so naïve. They all seemed to have fun.

After the event at the Samoan House Restaurant, and a day of sobering up, I resumed training. I had begun working out with some of the other guys in the promotion…. Siva Afi, Farmer Boy Ipo, and Leroy Brown.

Siva and the rest of the guys were huge. Television did them no justice. All of them were fun-loving, happy-go-lucky guys. Ipo and Leroy were kind of stiff. These two coaxed me into letting Siva give me a kick. They had my body extended with my middle torso exposed. Ipo told Siva to give me a kick. Fear rapidly ran through my body. I closed my eyes knowing I was about to experience severe pain. Man was I wrong. Siva cocked his leg back as if he were about to punt a football out of the end zone. He looked like he was about to cave my ribs and chest in, all of a sudden I heard a tremendous pop. I kid you not, I felt absolutely nothing had touched me.

I had learned another lesson, one of trust.