How many public places would you leave your purse or wallet,
or a bag full of expensive equipment or your child unattended? I can’t think of many, in fact I can only
think of one. My gym.
Welcome to a world where a crying child will be held and
comforted by a total stranger, where a world class athlete will stop and show
you his best move, where integrity, honor and respect are more than
ideals. This is a place where my
two-year-old nephew walks in bumping fists and high-fiving instructors and
fighters alike, before pouncing on my students and spending the rest of the
hour on my hip while I walk around and correct technique. The only compensation that my husband and I receive
for teaching this class is the joy of watching our students grow, and the opportunity
to participate in this beautiful culture of combat. That and watching our students strike fear in
the hearts of their opponents with the kneebars we taught them…
We are a family of friends and strangers. We are bound by an unspoken understanding of each
other’s commitment, sacrifice, passion, and mutual respect. Your family is my family, your struggles are
my struggles, your triumph is my triumph.
It’s not a perfect world, people will disappoint you and
egos will flare, but you always feel safe to continue loving… strangers and
friends. I think the rest of the world
could learn a thing or two by stopping in.
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