Never trust a con...

Well, so I had been on a special team in my job that requires responding to disorderly kids. When I say kids, I use the term loosely, because although they are adults, they more times than not act like children.
One night, as I was getting ready to go home from work, we (my team and I) were advised that several of these disruptive adults were causing an issue in a discipliary section of our facility.
Now, on that shift, I was needless to say the largest boy in town. I don't stand too tall, but at 6'3, and 380 lbs, I was certainly the largest. My boss' usually used me as a caged monster to regulate certain types of problems. You know the type, break glass in case of.....
The subjects in question were under federal indictment on what is known as the RICO act. (too long to explain). They are members of a prominent Aryan Nation / White Pride organization.
On the very first extraction, there was a failure in communication between the guys managing the section and our handler. Apparently the overgrown child (the leader of the gang) in the room had a weapon, known as a shiv, shank, home made knife. Noone advised us. I was at the front of the group that was to enter the room, and regulate.
At entry, I hit this idiot so hard that I snapped a riot shield I was carrying in half. I drove him into a corner, and then the knife appeared.
There was half of a shield, and nothing else to keep this guy from trying to mark up Hoss. Now I never speak in the third person, but Hoss got pissed off.
The shank struck my left tri ceps muscle several times. Then when it didn't have the effect he wanted, he attempted to stab the weapon into my left femoral artery. I ditched the shield, what was left of it, and wrapped what I call my "dick beaters" around this dirt bag's neck. I pulled him out of the corner he was in, and flipped him over my right shoulder, both of us landing on the ground. Me on top.
I have practiced a martial art known as Jiu Jitsu a little in my life, and I utilized an incredibly efficient chock hold on this guy. I allowed his eyes to roll back into his skull several times, while asking him "so you want to fucking shank me, mother fucker?". Apparently I did not allow enough oxygen for the kid to answer.
Once restraints were on his ankles and wrists, I let go of him, and let him live. Even though he had wanted me dead.
The joy of being a good guy... I guess.
Is this a grandstanding story? Am I trying to convince you how cool I am? No fucking way. I'm not that cool.
My point is this. I knew this convict for 4 years. I had several long discussions, that were not only amiable, but enjoyable. I am several years older than he, and he had asked my opinion on several subjects. I never was flattered by this, but I thought that even if we "tangled", it would not amount to anything serious.
How wrong I was. Never trust a con...
I will discuss my views on my narrow escape from death (this time) on a different entry...