Bruce LudlowIn The Begining
October 1st 2011 18:41
I was the runt, the smaller kid, no fighting skills, no one to teach me. The fight game began for me at an early age. I was somewhere around 6 or 7 when my parents moved us into a tough nieghborhood. I went outside to play and got beat up. No one special just a kid, in the area. I don't even remember his name.
Anyway this became a regular thing...I would leave my house and come back home with a busted lip and a swollen eye, different kids depending on the day.
One morning I decided enough was enough, and when I stepped out of the front door my every intention was knock the living shit out of my next attacker. Yeah...that is not quite how it went, I got my ass handed to me, yet again. The difference was, I fought back, to no avail, but I fought back.That was the day everything changed for me.
Two kids( who were of Asian decent) had watched my attempt to defend myself, from the front lawn across the street. They walked up to me, and the taller one spoke up saying, " You don't fight so good, you need help" "yeah, thanks" I said rubbing my eye, which was starting to swell. "I don't know how to fight" I let on. The smaller of them replied, "Yeah...we noticed." He then said, "I'm Chin and my brother is Ho" (I'm not sure of the spelling) I said, " Hey, I'm Bruce", looking at one another, they snickered and Chin says, "Well nothing like Bruce Lee, Huh?" I grinned sheepishly,and feeling embarassed, said "No".
This is where my training began. These two kids took me under their wing, I Iearned about punching, blocking, ducking, movement and how much damage, knees and elbows can create. One day I asked them where they learned all of this, Ho, stopped and stared at me for a moment, and then told me," Meet me back here at 2:00 " meaning his house. I said I would, and we broke off training.
I followed the kids into their basement, where I witnessed a 50 year old man doing things that I didn't think were humanly possible. They informed me that their father was a master of Kung Fu. I thought this man was a God. After watching him train, I began to take fighting and the martial arts very seriously.
After a few weeks of training with my new freinds,my skills started to improve. I was able to punch and kick and move a little more like a fighter.
Then came that fateful day, I was walking to school and a kid walked up to me with that look in his eye. Was I ready? Could I do this? We were about to find out. He said, "Give me your lunch money!' "No" I said. "All right kid, you asked for it!" he said. He swung, and missed! I was like what happened ? He swung again, same result. I was amazed, third time however I got hit. Then I felt it. It was on! I swung, right cross, and connected, still amazed, and scarrier still felt a rush! I swung again hook punch and hit him a second time. Adreneline pumping through my veins, a final shot ended it. Perfect Lucky punch right to the temple...and down he went. " No way!' I did it.
The Fight game was about to be my salvation.
Anyway this became a regular thing...I would leave my house and come back home with a busted lip and a swollen eye, different kids depending on the day.
One morning I decided enough was enough, and when I stepped out of the front door my every intention was knock the living shit out of my next attacker. Yeah...that is not quite how it went, I got my ass handed to me, yet again. The difference was, I fought back, to no avail, but I fought back.That was the day everything changed for me.
This is where my training began. These two kids took me under their wing, I Iearned about punching, blocking, ducking, movement and how much damage, knees and elbows can create. One day I asked them where they learned all of this, Ho, stopped and stared at me for a moment, and then told me," Meet me back here at 2:00 " meaning his house. I said I would, and we broke off training.
After a few weeks of training with my new freinds,my skills started to improve. I was able to punch and kick and move a little more like a fighter.
Then came that fateful day, I was walking to school and a kid walked up to me with that look in his eye. Was I ready? Could I do this? We were about to find out. He said, "Give me your lunch money!' "No" I said. "All right kid, you asked for it!" he said. He swung, and missed! I was like what happened ? He swung again, same result. I was amazed, third time however I got hit. Then I felt it. It was on! I swung, right cross, and connected, still amazed, and scarrier still felt a rush! I swung again hook punch and hit him a second time. Adreneline pumping through my veins, a final shot ended it. Perfect Lucky punch right to the temple...and down he went. " No way!' I did it.
The Fight game was about to be my salvation.
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