I used to train with a lot of people. Back in 92, one of them, Joe, was a Jeet Kune Do Instructor. One day I stopped by to say hi as I was passing through that town. He says I should come down on Friday and plan on spending the weekend there. Says his Jits instructor is coming to teach all weekend. Some guy name of "Hickson". So I go. (Joe was a purple belt at the time) We trained Fri, Sat and Sun. Talk about open your eyes, damn. Rickson wasn't teaching us straight BJJ, rather, he was teaching us how to apply what we do while on the ground.
The following month was the same, three days training with Hickson. This time my wife came. Like the first time, there was only a handful of people. (can you imagine?) Rickson is one of the nicest people I've ever met, a true gentleman. So....while rolling on Saturday, Rickson lets my wife submit him, as he only does with women and little kids. (at least at that time) She slams him on the shoulder and barks, "Don't you dare treat me like a girl, you treat me like a black belt, I've earned that right!" Oh, Christ, my jaw drops, I'm thinking "shut up, shut up, what are you doing?" My wife is not what you would call a shy person. Rickson looks down and says, "you are right, my friend, I apologize." From that day forward he kind of adopted her. Every time he needed somebody to use to show a technique, he used her. Every time he partnered with someone for drills, he did with her. (I'm still jealous.) Worked RNC with her till the cows came home. She has one nasty choke, no foolin'.
This goes on for the following year. Every month or so, he would come in for three days. After a few months I brought my top black belts. After a while I had him come to my dojo. I limited the classes to thirty people, about a hundred were watching. It was nuts. The following month I had him back again to teach my police department. I had told the bosses "we need to seriously change our DT program."
Again, he wasn't teaching pure BJJ, but rather, how to do what we do while on the ground, and how to control people. After that weekend they gave me Carte Blanche to do whatever the hell I wanted to in DT. It was sweet!
When the first UFC came on tv, I was with a big group of guys to watch it. Everyone started to bet on who would win. When I saw Rickson's kid brother was fighting, I covered all bets. They thought I was crazy. I almost felt guilty.
Almost. I won eight hundred bucks.
A couple years later my wife and I moved to Maui. Our dogs were in quarantine. (standard procedure)
Rickson had told us his brother teaches there. We went to the University of Hawaii to train with Relson. Eventually ended up going to his house and taking privates from one of his purple belts in his garage.
When quarantine was over we moved to Maui. Rickson had a school there at the time. Romalo Barros, Rickson's first black, belt ran it. It was a whole lot of fun.
I've often said I was the luckiest person in the world when it came to Martial Arts. And I ain;t kidding when I say that. Just in the right place at the right time for some unknown reason. Consider this - the first three Jits guys I ever rolled with were Rickson, Relson and Romalo. I mean, WTF, I don't deserve that...but I'll take it.
Here's a couple pics you might get a kick out of.
My wife and her teacher.
My sergeant, who benched 500 pounds at the time, and wrestled his whole life. Rickson treated him like a baby. Honest to God, like a baby cradled in his arms.
I have another pic that's really cool, one of the oddest experiences rolling I've ever had. I'll see if I can find it. Maybe you can explain it to me.
Sorry for the long post.