I never participated in sports in high school, was a bit of a wise guy in my teen years. Also in my teen years trouble seem to look for me, as I found myself in it's grip often. Late teens and early 20's found me in the US Navy, still looking for my niche in life. While in the military (late 50's to early 60's), I heard of a sailor on base that was challenged in the base night club by a few marines. He ended up using some moves that sailor's weren't suppose to know, and were new to most, at that time. Come to find out he had a karate club on base. I went there a few times, but for me it was a bit late as I was in the process of being transferred to the west coast aboard ship.
While aboard ship I befriended a few guy's that had some martial arts back ground, and when possible, we would train with what limited knowledge we had.
Needless to say my interest of martial arts was peaked, and upon my discharge from the service, I looked for a dojo back home. DojoÂ’s at the time were far and few between, but to my credit, there was one in my home town. After a few visits, and some soul searching I decided to take a stand and commit to this new form of life style, called Okinawan GoJu.
I am sorry it took me so many words to get to this point in my post, but for you to know where I am, you needed to know where I came out of.
At my point in life now, and as I look back, this love affair started in the mid 60Â’s, with martial arts giving me the things that I lacked in my teen years and looked for in my early adulthood, which was purpose, focus, dedication to something, and a discipline that to this day still dictates my life. 45 years later I still get a kick out of doing my kata
, and so it is with love affairs that start slow, and stand the test of time. Back to the OP, from the moment I made the “commitment“. :asian: