"I was fourteen when I met him and took photos of him. One morning, I persuaded my mother to drive before daylight to where I believed Elvis was filming on location. A pink Cadillac with Tennessee plates, parked outside of an unassuming house told me my hunch was right. Elvis suddenly strolled out and up to me and began nonchalantly chatting. He had an amazing aura as he almost seemed to float, not walk towards me. I then told him about how neighborhood kids had made fun of my adulation for him. The blood rushed to my head and I could feel myself blushing as my mother blurted out to Elvis, "Oh, you have no idea how many days he would come home from school having been in fights to defend you!" "I'll teach you something to take care of that," Elvis grinned. "Karate?" I asked. "Yeah. "Well, I had no idea what karate really was. I only knew the term because I had read so much about Elvis' fascination with the sport. I had some idea that it had to do with judo. He never mentioned the offer when I saw him over the next month or so. As we sat around and chatted Elvis' moods seemed to roller coaster regularly. Oh, he was always friendly, always sweet but you could see lonely wash up regularly. All these years later, I am still starry-eyed as I fondly remember the softly spoken and seemingly shy Elvis behaving like a comforting big brother."