Post by Maddad on Feb 24, 2006 14:50:53 GMT -6
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A long time ago, back when my son was 13, he was having a rough time in school. He was being chased home daily. I saw it one day first hand when two of them got off the bus after he did and chased him home, getting between him and the front door. I broke it up, and called a meeting between the principal, the police chief, and the parents of the boys involved. The parents were hostile, but I was about as concilitory as I am with giant red stars or mexican borders.
I took two more stages for getting Jr. settled down. I talked to the mayor, and discovered that the city elders were considering a change to laws defining what was school. I got a copy of the current legislation, took that home, and Jr. and I typed up what we thought the law ought to read. They adopted the text without a change.
The third step was getting Jr. enrolled in a self defense class. There was this strange guy 20 miles away who had something of a strong reputation in town. He didn't look like a bad-ass, and he talked soft, but the locals I ran with thought he was great. I took Jr. to Legend Lenchus Karate and enrolled him.
Eight months later there was an international karate tournament held about 60 miles up the road. Jr. and I attended. I'd been roped into classes by this time, so I was was sporting a vicious white belt. While I took a silver medal, Jr. took two gold. He was sad though. He had wanted the crowd that had harrased him to try it again just one more time. They didn't though, and he never got his revenge. What he got instead was exactly what he needed. He got the carriage that told people he was no longer a target.
My sensei, tenth dan Richard Lenchus, and I eventually parted company. I have wondered, off and on, what became of him and whether he was still around. The other day I found him and fired off an email. The list of people we used to train with and what had happened to them was amazing. His two blackbelts now teach at their own schools. A young girl, maybe seven years old at the time, now defends this country in Iraq. It was really great to find out what had happened to everyone.
A long time ago, back when my son was 13, he was having a rough time in school. He was being chased home daily. I saw it one day first hand when two of them got off the bus after he did and chased him home, getting between him and the front door. I broke it up, and called a meeting between the principal, the police chief, and the parents of the boys involved. The parents were hostile, but I was about as concilitory as I am with giant red stars or mexican borders.
I took two more stages for getting Jr. settled down. I talked to the mayor, and discovered that the city elders were considering a change to laws defining what was school. I got a copy of the current legislation, took that home, and Jr. and I typed up what we thought the law ought to read. They adopted the text without a change.
The third step was getting Jr. enrolled in a self defense class. There was this strange guy 20 miles away who had something of a strong reputation in town. He didn't look like a bad-ass, and he talked soft, but the locals I ran with thought he was great. I took Jr. to Legend Lenchus Karate and enrolled him.
Eight months later there was an international karate tournament held about 60 miles up the road. Jr. and I attended. I'd been roped into classes by this time, so I was was sporting a vicious white belt. While I took a silver medal, Jr. took two gold. He was sad though. He had wanted the crowd that had harrased him to try it again just one more time. They didn't though, and he never got his revenge. What he got instead was exactly what he needed. He got the carriage that told people he was no longer a target.
My sensei, tenth dan Richard Lenchus, and I eventually parted company. I have wondered, off and on, what became of him and whether he was still around. The other day I found him and fired off an email. The list of people we used to train with and what had happened to them was amazing. His two blackbelts now teach at their own schools. A young girl, maybe seven years old at the time, now defends this country in Iraq. It was really great to find out what had happened to everyone.
