I've tried to convince him that I'm a ninja, but he ain't buyin' it.
I've explained to him that his Mommy and I took Taekwondo back when she
was in middle school....For 2 1/2 years it was some good Daddy/Daughter Time.
After that period we were ready to test for black belt.
That had been the goal. No quittin' til we each earned one..
We ran through our forms and self defense techniques flawlessly.
We broke boards with our hands and feet.
We even broke a 2" slab of cinder block.
But that was just the warm up. The final test was sparring.
I was called to the center of the workout area, or dojang...
Master Lee called out Nathan to be my first opponent.
Nathan had fire in his eyes and his body was a tightly wound
coil of energy.
Nathan was 7 years old.
On command, Nathan attacked me like I had taken his
last Oreo. My knees and ankles were takin' a beating, when
Master Lee called out another, and another and another to
join in the attack. Soon there was a kicking and punching swarm of them.
It evolved from martial arts to a foot race, with me keeping
ahead of them as best I could. I circled around behind the heavy
punching bag and pushed it towards a coupla of them. It was
no use. They were simply overpowering me. I could think
of only one thing to save myself.
I picked up Nathan and used him as a human shield.
I got some laughs. I got some funny looks.
And I got my black belt. Jessica did too.
Well, they weren't first degree black belts.
That would require another 6 months of intense training and study.
We wanted black belts and these were black belts.
Mission accomplished.
My official rank is "Deputy Black Belt".
You may think of me as sort of a Barney Fife of the ninjas...
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