I Blame My BrothersI got drug into martial arts when I was 6. My brothers were very sweet to take me. Of course they exploited it like they do everything else. I was taught to drag dowel rods across my leg bones to improve my resistance to pain. I did not really get what I was doing at the time and my brothers told me to just do it as hard as I could. My leg bones still have divots in them. I bruised my bones so bad.
Being taught so young was a great thing for me. I have a weak back and horrible balance but I always tend to land on my feet because I have great reflexes due to my training. I think all young people should be taught basic martial arts. It was the first thing to ever really teach me focus. I am by far more interested in dance then martial arts. Still you can see my training in my dance. In everything really. I know when to be aware of someones physical proximity.
It has even saved my life. Not in the way I would have expected it to. I had a friend that was showing off how he could throw his hunting knife. He tossed it in the air a couple of times then turned his aim at his already holey wall. The knife must have slipped his grip a little too soon and I was only standing at a 1 foot distance when I realized I had a knife aimed at the center of my forehead. Right between the eyes. Had I froze for a second I would have been dead. I threw my head back and blocked my face at the same time. As if to make its point. The knife stuck in the wall directly behind me. Sunk so deep it had nothing but hilt sticking out. I remember pulling the knife out. I had to use my foot as leverage and it took 3 tries.
It's crazy to think about. Had that yielded consequences, I think the authorities would have had a hard time believing it an accident.