after that, I discovered that the other woman was pregnant and decided to return to her husband.  I made the mistake of naming the child Jessica.  My wife said she could deal with it; but 4 or 5 months later she flew into a rage as we were getting ready for church.  She got into the car, backed out of the driveway, pressed the accelerator and ran over me.  As a child, I had had rods placed in my back because I had scoliosis (curvature of the spine) and these had gotten broken when she ran over me.

Then I met the Garcias in 1997 or  '98 when I was visiting my parents; I was between relationships. It has always been easy for me to get into a relationship with a woman, although many say that at 37, I haven't had too many.   I had had the newsletter sent to my new house on North Fleet.  Right then we had a 20 minute Bible study that really touched me.

My business was picking up. I made a deal with the owner of a U-Haul office, which gave me access to any trucks needed by contractual agreement. I now had the volume to grow. I had workers on standby, in a renovated church on 9050 Cook. I hired them; and gave room and board to at least 10 low-income people to answer phones and muster a truck crew any hour of the day. At one time, I employed over 20 people.

Then I was going to a full-gospel church in Brook hollow with my (common-law) wife.  We had daily family prayer (she had 3 kids), putting our bills on the table and praying over our situation.  We had much faith.  Frequently we would get a phone call with a sale with the money we needed. Then about that time I started to forget God blessed me with my business.  I started bragging about the money and the business, how I did it all by myself. Then on September 8, 2002, my wife, an employee and I were involved in a car accident. An 18-wheeler rear-ended our car, a 2002 Montero Sport, totaling it out.  I still had the paper license on it.  I suffered another back injury.  A few days later, business came to a dead stop.  Phones stop ringing for 3 months; my big orders stopped.  The owner of the U-Haul where I leased my trucks denied me access to them.  The money was made from customers who have large houses and estates, but I was only getting small houses and apartments. The people in those big houses didn't want to move because of the uncertainty surrounding the 9/11 terrorists attack on America.

I started blaming my wife because we weren't praying; we lost the house and I moved in with one of my employee's family in a one bedroom apartment. I

I was reaching a poin in my life, and bragging , "Look what I got!"
I formed a good business and had plenty of money in the bank.  I had it all.  I had God in my life but I soon forgot about Him when my business began to pickup.

I used to pray and read the Bible with my family. I had done this for 5 or 6 years before I got into the moving business. I started in Kingwood, 1960 and the southwest area. I had a renovated church as an office, where I hired low-income people, gave them room and board so that no sales calls would be missed and our trucks could operate in 24 hours.  I became interested in this business when I worked with a neighbor named Mr. Albert; I found that I liked it.  My father, Mr. Jesus M. Valdez, was also a trucker. I was a big kid with a lot of energy; I needed to run about doing something. When building started in the Heather Glen area, I asked my Dad why couldn't we move over there. We were staying in Acres Homes at the time.  I had gotten married at 15, but when I beat up a 16 year old boy, I went to jail for 1 year. This marriage lasted about 4 years. However, I wanted my Dad and family to have a better life.  By working with Mr. Albert and doing odd jobs, I financed, along with my Dad, my first vehicle, a U-Haul truck when I was 16.   Although I advertised in the Yellow Pages, my home-made signs, with my red sloppy writing, got more calls. I also used notebook paper and marker and nailed signs on telephone poles. I worked the business and continued to do odd jobs while I was in school, and eventually graduated in 1985 from Eisenhower High School.  Two years after that my marriage ended.

Then in 1989, I met Angela and we had a son named Jesse; our marriage lasted 8 years.   I lived on Gulf Bank and Antoine then. She and I were having problems; and I'm ashamed to mention it, but I went out and found another woman-- she was just a person leaning on my shoulder-- and I had a "one night" with her.  Two months had passed. By then I had confessed to Angela and we got back together.   Soon