J.T. Woodard

My latest ink tells my story loud and clear—I was born in Texas and built in Houston. A mockingbird for voice and grit. A bullfrog for the muddy roots and backroad nights. And the ‘Be Someone’ tag? That’s the battle cry—every time I look in the mirror, it reminds me to rise, to stand for something, to make it count. These aren’t just tattoos—they’re reminders of where I come from and the fire that keeps me moving forward.

If my ink could speak, it’d quote scripture and Game of Thrones—‘The lone wolf dies but the pack survives.’ It’d throw judo, preach Philippians 4:13, hoist a beer with ‘Sláinte,’ and tell wild tales of pink elephants and poker hands. It’d chase stars with an astronaut, wisdom with an owl, and love with a robot twin. It’d bloom with sunflowers, howl from Texas, and remind me: fate deals the hand—but I play it my way.

I’d invest in our judo school to build a lasting space for discipline, community, and growth. It’s about giving back to something that’s given me so much. I’d set aside part for the kids’ college fund—to help open doors for their future. And with what’s left, I’d get new tattoos and seek out meaningful experiences—reminders of where I’ve been, what I stand for, and the life I’m still building.