Really glad you managed to cope George with your boxing skills.
My worst nightmare as an 'elder's son' happened one day on the ministry in a rough part of our territory when I was about fifteen.
I was working with an old elder who was preaching peace and love to the rough looking teenager who had answered the door.
He looked at the elder, then recognised me.
He said to the elder, "You should be be preaching peace and love to your friend standing next to you. He beat my mate Fangio in school to a pulp last week for calling him a JO-BO!"
I really wished the ground could have swallowed me up!