Everyone has areas, which they treasure. I am not sure about you but I have just recently looked at where things are within the Olympics and I am not as taken by it as I was within the past. I do love the stories behind the scenes. The stories of what took one person to leverage there determination. There truly is something to be said within physical education within the United States of America. From grade four as a rather little kid – I never really got into athletics. Yet that all being said we all started within a regime of physical education right from nearly the day we walked within the first years of our schooling. At the age of nine, I had the hardest time. I was timid and ironically, my gym teacher never got that. Often he would exemplify myself as being mediocre. He didn’t realize that I was a kid that was just shy at the time. Before heading off to middle school, I thought I would prove to “Mr. Marasse” that I could do things as after there was a situation where he wished to make an example of me and have me do a jump handspring over the horse. I never forgot the manner that went for it. Yet I landed on my lower back rather than my feet. Secondly, there is nothing like having the wind taken out of you that is you can't breath as your lungs have collapsed to then having emerge care.
This was probably a turning point within my training as I had one concussion as well as breached on lower vertebrae. This gym teacher of mine didn’t know much about me. Yet all things changed when a decorated man walked while I was within a bed within the nurse’s room. I think that most all American’s know what I am speaking of – there was a Health room. I remember my father walking in within his full uniform and pardon the pun. The shit really hit the fan. Even, Mr. Marasse whom was probably ordered to come and see me, as they knew that there was a possibility of some legal action. Family took me to the military hospital. I had nearly broken my vertebrae on my lower right side.
The folks never told me until I was older on what they were close to doing but they didn’t which to create bad waves for me while I was in school. The rest of the last year within elementary school, I had a great relationship with my teacher. Thereafter, I began to train on my own, as I wanted to be the best that I could be. When it came to middle school, I was within the best shape. I enjoyed wrestling; every segment of junior high school was tremendous. The key was in looking forward to gym and then after school had ended inter-mural sports. At that time, as a kid – I was the top of my class. At that time a "Mr. White” of Gillette Road Middle he had high hopes for me and would push me within a different manner than I had previously been. The one thing I could relate to was his manner that he would be hard yet would reward. Ironically, he had been within the Marines. Moreover, if there is anyone within sports and athletics – Mr. White had pushed me in a good way. I topped all divisions from wrestling most every area.
At this time, I was a student within Aikido, after my father saw the episode that I went through during elementary school he took me to a class as two whom worked for him as air traffic controllers were within the Art. When I saw it, I was taken by it and would train, train and train. Now Sport versus Art. I did them both. The foundation of training came by way of the experience of a semi fractured disc to then taking the summer between elementary school & middle – and literally taking three hours of my day in training as I promised myself I would never have a situation of the likes within my early childhood.
I have been back to Gillette Road Middle – four times within my life and it was tremendous to go back and see Mr. White as well as others whom had shaped the basis of they physical side of what I would go on to continue not in the direction of sport but within that of an art called, Aikido. At a certain point I knew within junior high I could literally kick this Mr. MarASSE’s but yet I didn’t have to secondly my father would have laid into me as the merit of what he saw right was of that which a son does respect.
In entering Canada – with the exception of hockey there really was not the same physical activity within the school system. It was electoral and didn’t even come close to meeting the requirements of that within the education system within America. The reasons I am not sure – yet I built my own gym as well as the first Aikido Dojo – in Western Canada.
The Merit of the story was two fold as it shapped my tomorrows as well as within the day.