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In the middle of Monday evening class, coach Gene came and wrapped a band of
white sport tape around the black patch at the end of my belt, a promotion after
six months of hard work. Everyone clapped. Neither the stripe nor the moment
could money buy.
After 40, this was one of the rare moments I felt recognized for something.
During the past nine years, I lost a quarter of body weight, ran long distances,
and lifted weight and successes came quietly as inner triumphs. I did my best
work in coding but there had been no recognition from my regular job, and gradually
finisher medals from races no longer thrilled. But Jiu-Jitsu was different for its
roots in self-defense, a deeper need for me, and maybe because I had pursued it on
and off for so long. The stripe meant that the coach, a third-degree black belt,
believed I was on the right path. I might still feel inadequate but shouldn't take
his opinion in vain.
It felt especially important to have Tim there to witness. Jiu-Jitsu seemed to
be one of the best things I could do to inform him of my values: discipline,
work ethic, and a take-it-easy attitude. Teenagers rebel, and lectures backfire
but I wonder if it helps if parents sweat with their kids now and then. So far,
it seemed to work for us.
Newly striped, I submitted a fellow beginner with an armlock at the next round
of sparring. Afterwards, Tim jokingly came up with the title of this post as it
reminded him of a line in Kung Fu Panda: "The scroll has given him power."
Maybe I am still craving external recognition and have deluded myself a bit here
:-))
I often do feel that we are blessed and, moreover, it is a blessing from the
past. 'Fate' might be more proper.
Thank you again.
"I wonder if it helps if parents sweat with their kids now and then"-- I wish that I could have once sweated with J:)) Tim is blessed!