Then everything changed. I was happy in life and what more could I want? I had everything I needed, or did I? One day while Mike was working there was...a knock at the door. I wasn't expecting no one and nobody just turnt up without planning it so I was a little confused. I threw on my silky dressing gown to cover my naked body and headed to the door. I was shocked when I opened it to find a neighbour from a few doors down standing there looking short of breath."Sorry to bother you" Marlon. She quickly took her seat, sandwiched between two older men. The both of them Mister Rogers clones, down to the cardigans and 50's style hair cuts; a dying breed. He sat down in the row behind her, also surrounded by what appeared to be a group of geriatrics traveling together. How much more boring this flight could get, he could not imagine. Thank god they expected to sleep through most of it. And after the plane took off, sleep took them quickly. Hours slipped by as they all. She hadn't liked being a mother very much. Too much responsibility.Ramiro was a big man in his mid-twenties. Not just tall but big all over, almost fat, but he handled it well. A gentle giant though and very good with his son.Oh, oh! Miguel was crying. She rushed outside and there was a bloody forehead. Not a lot though. Courtney walked the two boys down to Miguel's house and explained to Ramirez what seemed to have happened. They went into the kitchen and dad cleaned off the cut. A Band-Aid. Two weeks later I got caught trying to jack a car and my minor crime spree on the streets was all over. The judge offered me five years of hard time up at State Prison, or four years in Army Infantry as a front line grunt. I took the Army, and it was the best decision of my life. The service was the family that I'd never really had before and I pretty quickly got my shit straightened out and became a model soldier. I spent my time on the DMZ in Korea and then did a tour in the Big Sandbox.