I think weāre all formed by our own, first hand personal experiencesā¦..and how we interpret information we learn over the years.
One day, as a young black belt, driving home from the dojo, there was a big sign on the lawn of the fancy high school in the town one of our dojos was in. It sad āKARATE TOURNAMENT, Saturday.ā
Iām thinking, āHow do I not know about this!ā
Psyched, me and a few of the fellas show up on Saturday ready to compete. But it was not a karate tournament, it was an AAU Tae-Kwon-Do tournament. Back then, at least where we were, the name Tae-Kwon-Do was not well known outside the Martial community. They were not looking for competitors, they were looking for spectators.
Three very tall Korean gentleman, with their grey slacks and blue AAU jackets on, made quite the impression on us. We couldnāt fight, we were not part of AAU Tae-Kwon-Do. When I asked why the sign said āKarateā they spoke to each other in Korean, laughed in our faces and glared at us. (They had pretty good stink eye, gotta give them that.) Then they laughed at us some more.
Then one of them said, āGo away, you are not wanted here.ā He then made the shoo motion with his hand. And they laughed at us some more.
So we shooed. What else were we to do? But I never forgot it.
Fast forward a decade. The building our old dojo was in was purchased and we were given a two month notice to scram. We trained all over the place for a couple years, I had made a lot of friends in the Arts and they welcomed us with open arms. But eventually I had to open a place, so I did. All the old students came as well as a boatload of new ones. We were a very busy fighting gym.
We became important to the community and did everything to help them. A small greek restaurant opened in the town square. Three small tables and six stools at the counter. I stopped in and ate. Terrific food, really nice man running it. I spread the word, soon a lot of our guys were eating there. His place thrived as everyone spread the word.
Soā¦ā¦one Saturday after class I cruise up to Nickās restaurant. In his window is a large poster for a new Tae-Kwon-Do school in the next town. Nick says to me, āYour partners. I wanted to help, Iād do anything for you after all you've done for me.ā
I said, āMy partners?ā He explained that he told two guys he couldnāt put up the poster because he was loyal to our school. They in turn told him that they were business partners of mine. He said, āOkay, great, let's put it right in the front window.ā
He removed the poster. After I ate I cruised the town square. Found four more posters in the windows of places. They all told the same story, that the young men said they were business partners of mine.
After chatting for a while, I went back to my dojo to call this new school that was supposedly business partners of mine. As I get to my door I stop dead in my tracks. There on my door - our sign is completely covered by one of their posters. I must have missed them by mere minutes.
Let me ask you guys who teach or run a dojo - how would you respond to something like that?