Kung Fu Family


Luckily for me I was able to see the effectiveness of martial arts from the very beginning. At four years old my fathers rule was that anyone under his roof was to begin training martial arts. (This included my mom...for a short while) Me and my two brothers had to undergoe training that most would say was unsuitable for children. Some days after school we would have to practice a thousand kicks before starting our homework. When I was put against my two older brothers I always felt that I was the weakest. I was slower, less flexable, etc. Though it was mostly due to being younger I tried to find ways to catch up to their level.

I would often say I was sick so that I didn't have to go to school and then stay home to train in secret. It wasn't until a number of confrontations I had at school that made me realize that I wasn't a bad martial artist, I just wasn't as good as my brothers. Who were and still are amazing.
They have also continued their training and development in other styles. My brother Eddie teaches a rare Korean style that is a more completed version of Hapkido that foreigners have been closed off from. He's a model and ex thug that now teaches in Seattle Washington. My brother Aaron is a Wing Chun specialist that has too much natural talent for any of instructors to comprehend. He is the one who introduced me to Bagua which sent me to China and then Taiwan.

My father used to be golden gloves and a Taekwondo fanatic. He made sure that his sons would not grow up to be punks. It was hard when we were young but I am so glad he rasied us this way. I will also pass the blessing or burden of martial arts to my kids. Thanx Pops

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