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"What do you want? There is enough empty posturing in the world without making dangerous threats.""What do you mean dangerous threats, old man?""I mean that not all that danger resides in physical threats - breathing your foul breath on people. Or verbally abusing them." He crunches his knuckles, smiles, and growls, "Showtime!" Then he draws …
My Judo sensei was relentless, he'd walk around us casually, then without warning sweep or throw us to the ground. With a smile, he'd then point out the weakness or flaw in our stance that allowed him to throw us.
When I was 15, my father enrolled me in Judo classes at a downtown New York City dojo. The instructors, my senseis, were young Japanese Judoka ( Judo enthusiasts). Their English skills were minimal, and much of the instruction required interpreters and much show and - "do it this way" demonstration.
In today's terms, I had an attention deficit disorder. Teachers despaired of me. But the dojo seemed a good match for a kid who otherwise appeared to be only interested in his guitar.
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