Hey, Mike.
You came by my school today, and let me tell you, man, you touched my heart. It really got me fired up to listen as you spoke of your childhood, your inspiration for becoming a future strongman, and how you give your life to Chirst our savior.
I started trying to become a body builder myself two months ago. I was tired of looking in the mirror and seeing myself as some kid who doesn't do anything with his life. It even started to show on my body. I had a chest as flat as a board, no abs, no endurance when I ran, etc. I wanted to be someone who took control of a situation and could give an inspirational story to others, just like you gave today.
I've come a little ways since I began, but to be perfectly honest with you, Mike, I want your results. I love working out. It's like you said today; it's an "addiction". In a way, you've become my hero, Mike. I haven't had many hardships in my life like you've experienced, but you've given me a spark of inspiration that I too can succeed if I try hard enough.
You're really a guy everyone can look up to. But your best quality is that you love Jesus. That's getting harder and harder to find nowadays. I don't do Him justice in my life, but I want to start. I'm saved, and I think God for that, but I need to live for Him.
Anyhow. Hope this email doesn't bother you, Mike. I just wanted to let you know that you reached someone out there in the audience today. Keep up the good work, and God bless!
- David
Saturday, May 16, 2009
Monday, May 4, 2009
The Boogeyman!
Long ago as a boy I lived with the real life Boogeyman. He was my stepfather. His hatred for me was so strong that he would beat me, call me names and not feed me.
The Boogeyman acted as if everything was fine when my mom was around or when we were around others, but I knew the truth.
I new that this giant, ugly man hated me so much, hated every step I took, and hated everything about me. His hatred was so that even when I was home recovering after having my tonsils out, he would throw down my bowl of ice cream and cold towel onto my bed.
This sick demented ogre changed my name to MOUTH, and decided that I needed some new friends. But these friends were not of the human kind, oh no. My new friends became inanimate objects in the form of a kitchen table, refridgerator and couch.
My 120# of skin and bones would often get hurled in to the air by the 260# monster that was my stepfather. from the age of 7-11 I was beat on, starved and ridiculed by the demon that I shared life with.
I feared the dark, I hated going to bed..because I could'nt sleep, the night terrors always came and they didn't stop until I reached the age of 14. I would set up my GI JOE playset and figures next to my bed in hopes that I could imagine these little toys coming to life to protect me and save me from the Boogeyman.
But it was not to be, he came anyway, repeatedly, I spent the majority of my younger years in counseling, looking at ink spots and being asked hundreds of questions, I did terrible in school, I looked emaciated.
My poor mother had no clue what went on when she was at work................see Kids the Boogeyman was a police officer who worked 3rd shift. And I could never get up the courage to tell anyone what he was doing.
He always told me that if I told anyone he would hurt my mother. This sick sideshow freak was the epitomy of evil, I often reflect while telling this story during my performances that I have no fear of the devil and his hell because I have already been there.
I SURVIVED! How? I don't know, my mother finally witnessed this scumbag at his best one weekend when he hauled off and decked me, closed fist and all. We left him the very next day and I never saw him again.
No child should ever have to go through what I went through, no little kid should be picked up like a piece of raw meat and thrown from room to room, screamed at that you are NOTHING! YOU WILL NEVER BECOME ANYTHING,YOU ARE WORTHLESS, PIECE OF TRASH, I WISH YOU WERE NOT HERE!
Those are just some of my fond memories of the confidence that was bestowed upon me.
There is a fine line between a spanking and abuse, many kids that have gone through similiar situations end up on the wrong side of the tracks or even dead.
I was blessed with an inner strength that I never new I had. But I learned at the young age of 13 that I hated the Boogeyman with so much passion that I vowed to never be like him.
With this in mind, I have never been arrested, I have never hit a woman, I have never beaten a child, I don't drink any alcohol, I don't smoke any substance and I don't do drugs.
If I chose to go down the path that was put before me I would be either an:
alcoholic,
druggie,
physical abuser,
or DEAD!!!
I chose to become a gentleman, a man who eats humility everyday so that I may become a better, strongerman, a man who wants to make everyday a blessing for all that I come in contact with, a man of God.
Some will call my story a Miracle that I'm still here or not in jail, I see there point, but I call it a choice!
I'm no different than any of you out there. I just chose to make something of myself instead of becoming the Demon that I was forced to know.
Keep The Faith and Love life, we all can be happy it just depends on what path you want to choose.
Love,
The Machine
The Boogeyman acted as if everything was fine when my mom was around or when we were around others, but I knew the truth.
I new that this giant, ugly man hated me so much, hated every step I took, and hated everything about me. His hatred was so that even when I was home recovering after having my tonsils out, he would throw down my bowl of ice cream and cold towel onto my bed.
This sick demented ogre changed my name to MOUTH, and decided that I needed some new friends. But these friends were not of the human kind, oh no. My new friends became inanimate objects in the form of a kitchen table, refridgerator and couch.
My 120# of skin and bones would often get hurled in to the air by the 260# monster that was my stepfather. from the age of 7-11 I was beat on, starved and ridiculed by the demon that I shared life with.
I feared the dark, I hated going to bed..because I could'nt sleep, the night terrors always came and they didn't stop until I reached the age of 14. I would set up my GI JOE playset and figures next to my bed in hopes that I could imagine these little toys coming to life to protect me and save me from the Boogeyman.
But it was not to be, he came anyway, repeatedly, I spent the majority of my younger years in counseling, looking at ink spots and being asked hundreds of questions, I did terrible in school, I looked emaciated.
My poor mother had no clue what went on when she was at work................see Kids the Boogeyman was a police officer who worked 3rd shift. And I could never get up the courage to tell anyone what he was doing.
He always told me that if I told anyone he would hurt my mother. This sick sideshow freak was the epitomy of evil, I often reflect while telling this story during my performances that I have no fear of the devil and his hell because I have already been there.
I SURVIVED! How? I don't know, my mother finally witnessed this scumbag at his best one weekend when he hauled off and decked me, closed fist and all. We left him the very next day and I never saw him again.
No child should ever have to go through what I went through, no little kid should be picked up like a piece of raw meat and thrown from room to room, screamed at that you are NOTHING! YOU WILL NEVER BECOME ANYTHING,YOU ARE WORTHLESS, PIECE OF TRASH, I WISH YOU WERE NOT HERE!
Those are just some of my fond memories of the confidence that was bestowed upon me.
There is a fine line between a spanking and abuse, many kids that have gone through similiar situations end up on the wrong side of the tracks or even dead.
I was blessed with an inner strength that I never new I had. But I learned at the young age of 13 that I hated the Boogeyman with so much passion that I vowed to never be like him.
With this in mind, I have never been arrested, I have never hit a woman, I have never beaten a child, I don't drink any alcohol, I don't smoke any substance and I don't do drugs.
If I chose to go down the path that was put before me I would be either an:
alcoholic,
druggie,
physical abuser,
or DEAD!!!
I chose to become a gentleman, a man who eats humility everyday so that I may become a better, strongerman, a man who wants to make everyday a blessing for all that I come in contact with, a man of God.
Some will call my story a Miracle that I'm still here or not in jail, I see there point, but I call it a choice!
I'm no different than any of you out there. I just chose to make something of myself instead of becoming the Demon that I was forced to know.
Keep The Faith and Love life, we all can be happy it just depends on what path you want to choose.
Love,
The Machine
Saturday, May 2, 2009
I met the New Real Life Rambo today @ GNC.
I had the unfortunate dis-pleasure of meeting the next Medal of Honor, Purple Heart recipient, Ninja master/Rambo.
And all I can say is MAN!, if this is how the youth of today is going to act we are in some serious trouble.
This is how my little story begins:
Not to long ago, actually an Hour to be exact I walked in to the local GNC to talk to a client who manages the store.
During our conversation I was bragging about some of my students that I train. I was telling my friend about how strong these young men are and how they really put it on me today during wrestling practice.
When all of the sudden out of no where I get interrupted by a snot-nosed, rude little punk, standing before me with his pants hanging off his rear-end!
He then proceeds to interupt me further and brag of his accolades in my United States Marine Corps.
I catch myself before I respond rudely and remember I am a Man of God and obviously this Bag of Bones before me is Lost.
I tell the young man that it was not polite to int erupt when you are not being spoken to. I then try and mentor to him, I ask how long he has been in the Corps?
He then proceeds to tell me that he is going into the Infantry, and that he leaves for PI in June.
I ask have you already taken your asvab test? He says no. I ask if I may give him some good advice, being a former Marine Corps Honor grad out of boot camp and an Infantryman myself?
I advise him to not go into the infantry if he can help it. It is not what it is cracked up to be and takes a special breed of person to stay for a full hitch without trying to transfer out. I then tell him that when we got out of the service they asked how many infantry men are in house? We all raised our hands and then were told that unless we want to be a policeman or work for the mob we were out of luck when it comes to getting a job.
I told him to try and get a MOS that he can use once his service is completed. Now here is the kicker...................................................This loudmouth then tells me that he is going to work for the Black OPS Corps after 8 years of service as a MERC of all things on convoys to Iraq????????????
WHAT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Then he tells a customer what kind of supplements to take and he doesn't even work at the store and to top it off he weights about a 160# soaking wet!
Then he pops off at the mouth to me!
I told him the best thing he can do is #1 if and when he goes to boot camp SHUT HIS MOUTH, DON'T VOLUNTEER FOR ANYTHING AND DON'T PRETEND YOU KNOW EVERYTHING!
#2 WHEN IT COMES TO TRAINING START EATING SOME FOOD AND HITTING THE WEIGHTS BEFORE YOU START TELLING ANYBODY HOW TO TRAIN!
I then wished him good luck on his first adventure as RAMBO, and have a nice day.
All I can say folks is I'm sure my brothers in the Corps will give this little punk a quick slap of reality and as for him............Kid, your in for a world of trouble.............HA HA HA.
Have a Nice day!
And all I can say is MAN!, if this is how the youth of today is going to act we are in some serious trouble.
This is how my little story begins:
Not to long ago, actually an Hour to be exact I walked in to the local GNC to talk to a client who manages the store.
During our conversation I was bragging about some of my students that I train. I was telling my friend about how strong these young men are and how they really put it on me today during wrestling practice.
When all of the sudden out of no where I get interrupted by a snot-nosed, rude little punk, standing before me with his pants hanging off his rear-end!
He then proceeds to interupt me further and brag of his accolades in my United States Marine Corps.
I catch myself before I respond rudely and remember I am a Man of God and obviously this Bag of Bones before me is Lost.
I tell the young man that it was not polite to int erupt when you are not being spoken to. I then try and mentor to him, I ask how long he has been in the Corps?
He then proceeds to tell me that he is going into the Infantry, and that he leaves for PI in June.
I ask have you already taken your asvab test? He says no. I ask if I may give him some good advice, being a former Marine Corps Honor grad out of boot camp and an Infantryman myself?
I advise him to not go into the infantry if he can help it. It is not what it is cracked up to be and takes a special breed of person to stay for a full hitch without trying to transfer out. I then tell him that when we got out of the service they asked how many infantry men are in house? We all raised our hands and then were told that unless we want to be a policeman or work for the mob we were out of luck when it comes to getting a job.
I told him to try and get a MOS that he can use once his service is completed. Now here is the kicker...................................................This loudmouth then tells me that he is going to work for the Black OPS Corps after 8 years of service as a MERC of all things on convoys to Iraq????????????
WHAT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Then he tells a customer what kind of supplements to take and he doesn't even work at the store and to top it off he weights about a 160# soaking wet!
Then he pops off at the mouth to me!
I told him the best thing he can do is #1 if and when he goes to boot camp SHUT HIS MOUTH, DON'T VOLUNTEER FOR ANYTHING AND DON'T PRETEND YOU KNOW EVERYTHING!
#2 WHEN IT COMES TO TRAINING START EATING SOME FOOD AND HITTING THE WEIGHTS BEFORE YOU START TELLING ANYBODY HOW TO TRAIN!
I then wished him good luck on his first adventure as RAMBO, and have a nice day.
All I can say folks is I'm sure my brothers in the Corps will give this little punk a quick slap of reality and as for him............Kid, your in for a world of trouble.............HA HA HA.
Have a Nice day!
Friday, May 1, 2009
Pat "The Human Vice" Povalitis
In this day and age of men wrapping their steel with double wraps the thickness of pipes there stands two men that everyone should emulate.
One of these men is known as the Human Vice, that man is Pat Povalitis. When you hear the word legend in the strength world Pat's name is always mentioned. He along with Grandmaster Dennis Rogers are the godfathers of odd object bending and strongman feats.
[at least in my opinion]
The Vice is synonymous with Power, Determination and Heart. The nickname Human Vice was given ti him by the great Dennis Rogers for pat's uncanny ability to place his hand in a mountain lion trap and yet come out unscathed.
Pat is not your average strongman. When it comes to bending short pieces of steel and horseshoes there is no one better.
Pat sets the standard for everyone else to follow. There is not a STANDARD, Pat is the STANDARD.
This human vice is able to put his mind in a whole different place thus enabling him to bend pieces of steel that no one else can come close to.
The mentality to fight through the EXTREME pain he faces when bending a tough piece of steel is astonishing.
This mentality he bears, others will never experience. Vices will rust, but Pat "The Human Vice" Povalitis' legend will live forever.
Coach M
One of these men is known as the Human Vice, that man is Pat Povalitis. When you hear the word legend in the strength world Pat's name is always mentioned. He along with Grandmaster Dennis Rogers are the godfathers of odd object bending and strongman feats.
[at least in my opinion]
The Vice is synonymous with Power, Determination and Heart. The nickname Human Vice was given ti him by the great Dennis Rogers for pat's uncanny ability to place his hand in a mountain lion trap and yet come out unscathed.
Pat is not your average strongman. When it comes to bending short pieces of steel and horseshoes there is no one better.
Pat sets the standard for everyone else to follow. There is not a STANDARD, Pat is the STANDARD.
This human vice is able to put his mind in a whole different place thus enabling him to bend pieces of steel that no one else can come close to.
The mentality to fight through the EXTREME pain he faces when bending a tough piece of steel is astonishing.
This mentality he bears, others will never experience. Vices will rust, but Pat "The Human Vice" Povalitis' legend will live forever.
Coach M
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