ornament van cleef ring trefoil couple replica Make matrimony to a higher degree glorious from loersertydass's blog
STORY OF RING REVOLVES FULL CIRCLE FOR BOXER
Byline: Dennis McCarthy
Frankie taught the kid well from that old, empty bottle of his. The one wrapped in duct tape. The bottle of confidence.
You couldn't buy it in any store for any price, Frankie would tell the wide eyed kids who came into his boxing gym every Saturday morning clutching their fathers' hands.
No, the only place you could get a taste of what Frankie kept in this empty bottle was right here in Kid Gloves in the heart of Van Nuys.
Frankie Goodman's boxing gym. Where confidence was for sale.
The Ortiz brothers and their father, Mike Sr., a construction worker, walked in one morning back in the early '70s, and stayed for more than a decade.
My dad was from the streets, in gangs, and didn't want that for us,'' Robert Ortiz says Wednesday morning as he gets ready to open for business.
Offering kids in Simi Valley a taste from Frankie's old bottle of confidence.
I was 5 when I walked into Frankie's gym for the first time with my brothers. We didn't even know what confidence meant,'' Ortiz says.
Frankie told us to go home and look it up in the dictionary. Frankie did that with all the kids. Made us work our minds as well as our bodies. He made us hit the books as hard as the punching bag.''
When you had confidence, you didn't need a gang, Frankie would say. You didn't need a knife, a gun, drugs, or any of the vices regularly maiming and killing kids in the Valley's barrios back in the '70s and '80s.
Confidence was tougher than all of them.
When I was 14 or 15, we were going to Chino prison for the first time to put on boxing shows for the inmates,'' Ortiz said. At least, we thought they were going to be shows.
When we got there, we found out we were boxing some of the inmates, guys 10 or 20 years older than us. We got scared. Frankie just smiled and said, What'd I tell you about confidence? Show it to me. And we did.''
Ortiz took Frankie's confidence into the Marine Corps with him, and then on to a professional boxing career of 22 2 1. But then one of his brothers died in a car accident, and Frankie started to get old and slow down.
When the kid looked up from the stool one night, and found them both gone replica van cleef emerald ring from his corner, a lot of the heart and confidence went out of him.
It took a big mistake to bring them back.
We heard Frankie had died,'' Ortiz says. My family was heartbroken. When I finally reached replica van cleef gold ring his daughters living in Georgia, we found that they had moved Frankie down to be near them. He was still alive.''
Call it an omen, a sign, whatever you want. The next replica van cleef and arpels diamond ring morning, Ortiz started to build a boxing ring in his Simi Valley back yard. Pretty soon, he took every dime he made in the ring and sank it into a boxing gym in Simi.
The kid finally knew what he wanted to do with the rest of his life, and who he wanted to be.
His mentor, Frankie Goodman teaching kids from his own bottle of confidence.
He'll be flying out to Georgia in a few weeks, praying that he catches Frankie on one of his good days in the rest home.
One of the days when he still recognizes friends from the old neighborhood, remembers how it was.
The kid has this story he wants to tell his old mentor about the man who walked into his gym, the Kid Gloves Boxing Studio, a few weeks back with his sons in tow.
Byline: Dennis McCarthy
Frankie taught the kid well from that old, empty bottle of his. The one wrapped in duct tape. The bottle of confidence.
You couldn't buy it in any store for any price, Frankie would tell the wide eyed kids who came into his boxing gym every Saturday morning clutching their fathers' hands.
No, the only place you could get a taste of what Frankie kept in this empty bottle was right here in Kid Gloves in the heart of Van Nuys.
Frankie Goodman's boxing gym. Where confidence was for sale.
The Ortiz brothers and their father, Mike Sr., a construction worker, walked in one morning back in the early '70s, and stayed for more than a decade.
My dad was from the streets, in gangs, and didn't want that for us,'' Robert Ortiz says Wednesday morning as he gets ready to open for business.
Offering kids in Simi Valley a taste from Frankie's old bottle of confidence.
I was 5 when I walked into Frankie's gym for the first time with my brothers. We didn't even know what confidence meant,'' Ortiz says.
Frankie told us to go home and look it up in the dictionary. Frankie did that with all the kids. Made us work our minds as well as our bodies. He made us hit the books as hard as the punching bag.''
When you had confidence, you didn't need a gang, Frankie would say. You didn't need a knife, a gun, drugs, or any of the vices regularly maiming and killing kids in the Valley's barrios back in the '70s and '80s.
Confidence was tougher than all of them.
When I was 14 or 15, we were going to Chino prison for the first time to put on boxing shows for the inmates,'' Ortiz said. At least, we thought they were going to be shows.
When we got there, we found out we were boxing some of the inmates, guys 10 or 20 years older than us. We got scared. Frankie just smiled and said, What'd I tell you about confidence? Show it to me. And we did.''
Ortiz took Frankie's confidence into the Marine Corps with him, and then on to a professional boxing career of 22 2 1. But then one of his brothers died in a car accident, and Frankie started to get old and slow down.
When the kid looked up from the stool one night, and found them both gone replica van cleef emerald ring from his corner, a lot of the heart and confidence went out of him.
It took a big mistake to bring them back.
We heard Frankie had died,'' Ortiz says. My family was heartbroken. When I finally reached replica van cleef gold ring his daughters living in Georgia, we found that they had moved Frankie down to be near them. He was still alive.''
Call it an omen, a sign, whatever you want. The next replica van cleef and arpels diamond ring morning, Ortiz started to build a boxing ring in his Simi Valley back yard. Pretty soon, he took every dime he made in the ring and sank it into a boxing gym in Simi.
The kid finally knew what he wanted to do with the rest of his life, and who he wanted to be.
His mentor, Frankie Goodman teaching kids from his own bottle of confidence.
He'll be flying out to Georgia in a few weeks, praying that he catches Frankie on one of his good days in the rest home.
One of the days when he still recognizes friends from the old neighborhood, remembers how it was.
The kid has this story he wants to tell his old mentor about the man who walked into his gym, the Kid Gloves Boxing Studio, a few weeks back with his sons in tow.
The Wall