Joe Ward (Class of 67)

Profile Updated: March 31, 2020
Residing In: El Paso, TX USA
Occupation: MEDICARE ADVANTAGE - Independent Agent
Children: I have three sons: Eric -43, Paul - 40, Jason- 34.

Eric is a nationally-recognized tattoo More…artist in El Paso (West Texas Tattoos)corner of Montana and Mesa. He started tattooing himself, behind my back at age 14, and has been dedicated to his profession since 1995, when he was one of only three tattoo shops in El Paso at that time. Today, there are over 100 shops and growing.

After 6 long years, my son, Paul, finally got his teaching position! During those years my son completed his masters degree, and will be pursuing his PHD. Today Paul is an Assistant Principal for the new Charter school on Texas St, in El Paso. He is responsible for growing and developing a new system for teaching, that is enhancing the way students achieve and learn their subjects. His music genre is not quite the music that our generation enjoyed during our era, but I can get into it after a couple of beers. I am trying to transform him into soft, romantic, or oldies and acid rock.
I'll keep trying till the day I die. Promise!

Jason earned his degree as an Occupational Therapist Assistant, and is currently attending Laguna College of Arts in Laguna Beach, California to pursue an art degree in animation.

I am so fortunate and blessed to have my sons.

I have been recording them since they were babies; on 8-track tapes, cassette tapes, 8mm film, and finally VHS and beta tapes. Wonderful memories!!
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Life Since High School:

I have had several amazing miracles in my life that have strengthened my faith!! Here is one miracle of several in my life:

I survived a head on collision on June 4, 2001 with a drunk driver who was attempting to retrieve her dropped can of booze on the passenger floor, while holding on to her steering wheel, which caused her to swerve left into my lane! She panicked, and picked up more speed when she pressed the gas pedal instead of her brakes and we collided at about 60 mph!!! The tremendous impact from crashing my "plastic" Honda CRX SI verses her plastic Toyota Echo broke my seat and pinned my chest to the steering wheel, where I could barely breathe while panicking and viewing grey and darkness overtaking my vision as I was fainting!

AMAZINGLY, I was within a few seconds from passing out and dying, as this SUPER SCARY scene was passing before my eyes in SLOW MOTION!!!

INSTANTLY, a man was at my car window telling me not to faint!! I told him that I was fainting and to throw water on my face, which in my past, allowed me to recoup from fainting. He INSTANTLY threw ICE WATER on my face, (where did he INSTANTLY get water during those CRITICAL SECONDS at that MOMENT??!!) which allowed me to recoup from fainting and to attempt to force air in my lungs, which was hindered by my chest being pressed up against my steering wheel within about a six inch breathing space, that left me in a desperate Life and Death struggle for air!!!

I was in shock and desperate to get out of my car because my engine is smoking heavily, while I feared that my car would go up in flames, and my broken right foot had swelled and pinned me to the side of my brakes with no way out!! I'm not sure if I was thinking or saying "TELL MY SONS I LOVE THEM!", because I was ready to succumb to my fate!

I was MERE seconds from losing my life!! What seemed like a very long time, the Firemen and the Police finally arrived and I heard someone say that "this guy has a one in 50 chance of surviving!!!" The doctors at Thomason Hospital seemed surprised that I didn't have broken ribs from the impact on my chest. My painful chest, crushed knee cap and broken right foot were my only casualties!! I was out of the hospital within 20 hours considering the violent crash the night before!!!

Someone gave me a paper with two names and phone numbers of witnesses
to my accident. A month after I was released from Thomason General Hospital, I phoned my two witnesses for lunch and to get their visual perspective of my head on collision. The first number I called, supposedly, was the individual who saved my life, but was non-existent!!!

The second phone number was an 18 year old high school student who was driving behind me, and saw the whole scene of the accident from beginning to end!!

During our lunch, he described, that he saw this car turn right into my lane while hearing screeching tires picking up more speed! The young man told me that it looked like the car was intentionally turning into my lane to hit my car!! He indicated that there was no way I could have avoided the impact, because it happened so fast, but to me everything happened in slow motion!! He said the back of my car jumped about 4 feet from the ground on impact, and he thought that I might have died because it was so violent.
He said that he saw the police and firefighters arrive and they began using the Jaws-of-Life to extricate me from my smoking car.

I asked him if he saw anyone next to my car before the firefighters and police arrived, and he said that all was quiet until everyone arrived, and that he didn't see anyone near my car!!! That really BLEW MY MIND!!!

I truly believe that God allowed me to live because my mom, brother and sons needed my help! I became the caregiver for 14 years for my brother who died of Cancer and my mom, who died in my arms on Christmas evening 2015 from Dementia. While holding mom in my arms, I heard her last breath before she passed and heard in my mind these words, "I blessed your mother with your first breath at birth, and I am blessing you with her last breath!" Though it was a difficult 14 years taking care of my family when they needed me the most, it is my Heaven-Sent blessing!!

The next miracle that I will write, about sometime in the future, is about a miracle that occurred 22 years later in 1995, after a little girl and her family gave me a book in 1973, called "The Late Great Planet Earth" which you can see on YouTube! TOO BE CONTINUED till the next miracle.

Favorite School Story / Experience:

Several of us got together to play hooky so that we could cruise in my 1958 Chevy S/S, 3 speed Fanton shift (had been converted from automatic) with a very powerful V-8, 348 cu in engine, w/ slicks, and glass-pack mufflers. We really enjoyed noise!! Peeling out los slicks and revving the engine to it's max, (not much traffic in those days) and feeling no pain!! We drank and peeled out all day. Those were great times, with 3 cuartos of 'Perla' (Pearl) @$1.15, and gas at less than $.030 per gallon!

Well, when school let out we went by "La High" to show off "Los Slicks & V-8 Power" to a few friends. I was at the bottom of the ramp from EPHS on Virginia St. ready to drive down that hill, when a friend asked me to "PEEEL OUT ESSE JOE!"

I was more than happy to oblige!!!!!!

I peeled out, with 5 of us in my car, and speed shifted going down hill at about 50 mph!!
Just before reaching Arizona St., I pressed on the brakes which instantly went ALL THE WAY to the floor!!! NO BRAKES!!!!! OMG!!!!!!!!!!!

I shifted into 1st, second, and third gears,shifted in reverse, put on the emergency brake to slow the car, but it was like being in neutral!!!! (Since the car had been converted to standard shift the clutch wasn't grabbing!!!) The brakes, had been leaking brake fluid all day during our peeling-out adventures! OH MAN!!! En La Madre!!! OH DAMnn!!!

I told my friends to get down because I had to side-swipe a telephone pole, (no seatbelts back then) to slow us down, BUT there were kids walking near the pole!!!!!

I had no choice but to go forward!!! Aiieee Yaieee-Yaieeei!!!! NOOOo BRAKES?!! WHAT THE...H..?

We whizzed passed Arizona St. in a split second picking up even more speed! The very next split-second we slipped past Rio Grande st., safely I might add! Now, we were suddenly passing The YMCA's side parking lot, where cars are always backing out, and I am dreading to fly through Montana street, but I really didn't have much choice!!!! CHEENG-GADO!!! NO!!! NO!!!! WOW!!! "Forgive my French, but I barely missed a car going east who braked with one tremendous Passion at the sudden flash of my uncontrolled BOMB, ready to Bowl over anything that dares to cross my path!"

Next, we flew past Yandell Street and, at that moment, my reaction was to turn a hard left on Wyoming at 60+ mph because my next stop was a head-on collision with the freeway!!!

I grabbed the steering wheel with both hands and turned on two wheels and finally coasted to a stop!!

All of us got out of my car and looked up at all the streets we had just miraculously passed from EPHS, in disbelief!! "WE MADE IT!!"

The next day A friend told several of our friends that you better not mess with Joe Ward because he is one crazy MF!! He was telling everyone that I passed all those streets on a dare, lol!

Of course it wasn't true, but I went with it anyway, because as Isaac Hayes would say "He is one bad Mutha.. !" ".. JW?" Another lucky youthful day!!!! Whew!!!!!

At 16 years old, I was very shy and self-conscious from having serious boils, pimples, and scars on my face." It looked so bad, that people thought that I just had the crap beat out of me, and that I loved to fight! In actuality, it was partly both, plus I learned I had a large dab of inherited 'horny genes!' (Adults would always tell me that all I needed was "hoochie koochie," and that would solve my problem!) My problem was my "Clearasil" smell kept the girls from wanting to help me clear my skin condition.

Well, one particular weekend, my best friend Manny Figueroa, (may he rest in peace), Lorenzo Alvarado (I named Lorenzo "6-7", cuz he claimed that he ran a 50-yard dash in 6.7 seconds,and I knew he didn't) and myself decided to go to a Knights of Columbus (KC) dance, and we looked, and smelled sharp, as far as a block away. I had curled my pachuco "curlies" with my mom's curling iron, while praying that it wouldn't rain. (Water, and burnt curlies don't smell so swell, especially when dancing). I slicked the sides and back of my straight hair with alot of 'La Parot' hair grease, and made sure that my duck-tail was always in place. My friend Manny had bought a new suit, and he looked great!! El Lore', '6-7,' looked cool with his discolored pants, shirt, and suit. "Vamonos recio!! YeeHaa!! Apurate' Sixer. Como duras." "Matas la onda."
We finally got out of 6-7's house!

Because I had a near 'Inferiority Complex' when meeting new girls, I suggested that we go to Juaritos to buy some booze (for some courage in order to ask girls to dance) before going to the KC.

About 6:00 PM we walked from El Paso/Nevada streets to Juarez, cuz we had no car, and were not old enough to purchase 'beerias' in El Paso. **I painted a mustache, with pencil, to look older, and it worked! I bought two quarts of Bacardi, with limon, for the three of us!! We chugged one quart in a matter of minutes!! Pretty much instantly, I could feel the 'COURAGE' coming on quickly!! "SIMON QUE YES"!! "hIjO-lA," burrrp- "HIJO-'La!" Ora Si!! "Yes Sir!!"

We were pretty messed up before we reached 'el puente' to El Paso and still had one quart of Bacardi left! So, being that I was fearless at this point, I decided to cross the 'botellon' in My Suit Pocket, since Manny and 6-7 didn't have 'their' "Courage" yet. Good News!! I crossed over with no problem! After we crossed to El Paso, I got a few very hard pats on my back from my drunk friends! "Attaboy Joe Ward! Estas chin..,! I knew at that moment that I had gained Courage to dance!" I began flailing my arms with my pachuco walk, and was literally flying!!! "No one is gonna mess with El "Clearasiled" Pimple Head con Curlies Postisos!!" Especially no potential girls who will dance con alias 'El Baelador' de Coraje, Rythmo, and Courage!!! (Not necessarily in that order).

From the border, we took the trambia downtown, then walked on Yandell street till we got to the Knights of Columbus dance floor. We were in great physical shape to have made our journey, and really drunk when we got there.

All I knew is that I wanted to 'tirar chancla,' and maybe even find my temporary 'Future Bride!' "Remember I'm drunk." Well, I could feel that people were laughing at my 'Chompete de Curlies' because all the rest of my hair was straight and greasy. I didn't care, ('Pinchis Culeros") because my new found 'Courage' was guiding me! I got turned down for dancing quite a bit, but, remember, I was now Courageous, determined, and miraculously just didn't give much of a damn what people thought anymore. So I kept my chin up. In my roaming for 'my cause' I kept seeing this 'lady,' (19 years old I found out later) who kept staring at me, and who, like me, hadn't danced at all during my exploration, and wasn't the greatest pick of the litter. After a while, we found ourselves dancing the night away. It was wonderful until they turned on the bright lights. Even so, I didn't stick to my p's and q's (we were all over each other) and I had 'Mi botella' listo in case I needed more bolas of courage. My poor friend Manny, in his new suit, and his glasses barely hanging from his face, was laid out during the dance in the parking lot oil. My friend '6-7' was in, and on the toilet, heaving and hawing, wanting me to take him to the dance floor after vomiting on himself. Oh what a night of party, booze, curadas, and fun!! Los naive and immature tiempos! Time, has flown like 'lightning' since then!!!ii

Current Life Motto:

Capture every moment of those you love.

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