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Comparisons Are Easily Made

Personally, I think that people learn from their surroundings and the events that have gone on in their past. I’ve never really had any self confidence or faith in myself. I was always compared to my older sister and brothers, and, really, mainly my sister because she’s good at everything. She’s very pretty, skinny, a great artist, and a majorette at the University of Georgia. I was never anything like her and I couldn’t stand always being in her shadow. I’m the exact opposite of her and I always felt like I could never do anything right, if it wasn’t the way my sister did it. My sister could do no wrong when it came to my father, and everything was always my fault. I rarely liked to play sports on a team, because I didn’t like people watching me, especially if I messed up. Well, I had never shown pigs before and I wanted to try it in the 9th grade. I really had no idea about how to go about it or anything about it in general. When I started, I still didn’t know much. I tried my best to do everything like the other people who had

Karate and the Big Chicken

At the age of eight, my son Josh took a karate class at the neighborhood community center with kids and adults of all levels. I would watch the tail end of the class when I picked him up, thinking, “I could do that.” One day, the instructor sat down beside me and asked me when I was going to join the class, so I took the leap. After a year of weekly practice I finally moved up to the next level, where we were expected to learn to spar. Josh, like all the other boys, adored sparring. I, on the other hand, was dreading it. But learning to fight back was the whole point of self-defense, wasn’t it? As the instructor explained how to “X” the straps of the protective chest pad in the back, I joked nervously “I’d like to ‘exit’ over there,” pointing toward the door. He assigned a young man about my height and weight to spar with me. With speed and precision, my sparring partner advanced toward me, ready to punch. Did I draw on my many months of drills to expertly block his strike, pivot away from the punch or counter with a kick? No,

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