Although he is pretty much unknown here in the US to anyone besides those who had instruction from him while in the military stationed in the Philippines, Master Rafael Reston had a profound effect on my life in general. Although his last name sounds/is "western", he is a full blooded Filipino.
I was introduced to him in 1976 at the age of 27, and asked to take lessons from him. I was at that time around 60 lbs. over weight, 3 pack a day smoker, and let's not even discuss my alcohol consumption! Master Reston accepted me as a student, but told me he doubted I'd last more than a couple of days. He worked me hard, but it seemed like after each session, even though I'd never done that much exercise in my life, I always felt good and refreshed, and felt like I had accomplished something. I had private instruction from him for almost 10 years, and within the first 2 years I had lost all the excess weight, quit smoking, quit all drinking other than an occasional beer.
Master Reston always encouraged me to never give up, that if I had the desire, and worked hard enough, I could do anything.
Now at 79 years old, he is still respected in the Luzon area of the Philippines as one of the pioneers of martial arts there. He is probably the most humble martial artist or master I've ever encountered. When he was younger he turned down countless offers to come to the US for "fame and fortune".
In addition to teaching me Kempo, over the years Master Reston taught me the ins and outs of successfully living and getting along in the Philippines. He was the person I could go to when and if I had any problems there.
As far as his philosophy concerning fighting, he always told me, that it was fine to learn as many techniques as you could, but to try to master a few that really worked for you.
I guess my most enjoyable times were the few times he and I actually sparred. No matter how I tried, I never ever came close to touching him. He was one of those guys that no matter how close you were to him, when you tried to make contact.....suddenly he was behind you!
I still call him on the phone about once a month, and visit him in the Philippines every couple of years. The erruption of Mt Pinitubo and the closing of the US bases pretty much spelled the end of his dojo there, and he now no longer teaches.