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While I was in elementary school, he was in high school. To let you know my trust in him … he had learned how to shoot a BB gun
and persuaded me to hold a can so he could hit the can with his gun. This trick was to show me that he was a superior shooter. He

even convinced me that he could shoot the can from behind his back, but that didn’t happen. The BB ricocheted off the can and hit

my arm and I shouted, “You shot me!” and I began to cry. I ran into the house screaming, “Charles shot me!” My dad took his belt
and whipped my brother good. This made me cry, and I told my dad to stop whipping him because he didn’t mean to shoot me. Can

you believe that? I loved him so much!

My brother was an excellent football player. The position he played was, guard – a super blocker. He was a heavy guy. His size got

him the nickname, “Jo-Jelly,” because his body shook like jelly. He was offered two football scholarships – one to Morgan State

College in Baltimore, Maryland, and one to Clark College (now Clark University) in Atlanta, Georgia. He decided to accept Clark
College, but he only completed one year. My parents were so disappointed when he left college and joined the Air Force. I remember

my mother crying about it for days. It was a very sad situation. His Air Force service lasted four years. Several years after his discharge,

he began a career in the radio business. Since he was gifted in speaking, storytelling, and a lover of all genres of music, I felt he had
certainly chosen the right path.

Whenever I was making changes in my life – marrying, divorcing, etc. – my brother always supported me. He listened and offered his

advice when necessary. When the Grand Opening and Ribbon Cutting Ceremony took place for Tajiri, my brother was joyfully

present. Once again, in total support.