I impressed a 23 time world kickboxing champion on April 5.

I was nearly killed when I ended it with my fiancee on April 18. After 4 months of agonizing abuse at her hands, I gathered up the nerve to end it with her. She went ballistic and stabbed me twice. Once in the right side from behind as I went to walk out of the room, missed all major nerves, blood vessals and such, but most importantly it missed my liver. I fainted, woke up, kicked her away from me, got up. She got me again in the shoulder and I proceeded to break her right arm in 4 places and her eye socket. The results were some 80 stitches, 15 in my shoulder and 65 in my side.

2 good things came from that incident. I am free of her ad I found out who my real friends are. The night of the incident 1 friend actually thought I should let her do a story on it to "Help launch her career". Another offered to listen and help, then when I told her everything she gave no help infact she gave no response. Other friends listened to me and gave me support that I needed to get through it and I probably owe them my life. To the ones who shunned me I say this to you: I was there for you, I lost sleep with you and I cried with you. Where were you when I needed it?

Then in June, more specifically June 25 I met Rachel, through one of my friends that was there for me. We dated for 6 months and as of December 25 we were engaged. I proposed to her and gave her a white gold thin banded sapphire solitaire as the engagement ring.

Now, I'm happy.