A Young Hercules is Born

The story of where I came from changes from person to person. Truth is, I was born just as any other child has been. I did not land here from another planet, nor am I the son of the Christian God or any other. That said, from very early on I was different. Without divulging too much I was born in a big city somewhere in the Caribbean. By the time I was three months old I could crawl across the house faster than my father could run. At two years old I could lift my mother off of the ground. When I was taught how to swim I could stay underwater for as long as I wanted without coming up for air. Mom and Dad knew that baby boy was different and kept me sheltered from everyone in the town. I was home schooled and the only person other than my parents that ever saw me was the Catholic priest. He met with me nearly every day to teach me about religion. He passed away when I was about twelve and by that time it was getting pretty hard to keep me hidden from the world. Our family migrated to Canada so I could be free to do more than sit at home and learn.

We used aliases upon arrival to blend in. My mom and dad chose the names Mary and Joseph because of the long journey they made for their son. Nobody in our town knew they even had a child, I would spend most days in other cities, only coming home to sleep. when my parents taught me history I learned how certain nations would sit idly by as others fought wars. This always rubbed me in the wrong way as I said to myself, "If I can make a difference, I will." Becoming aware that I was gifted, I started making day trips in the USA to work out and train. By the time I was 16 I was incredibly strong and accustomed to four different styles of fighting. What inspired me to be a vigilante was those history lessons. Sure, I can't stop any wars, but I can stop robbers, rapists, and murderers in a heartbeat.