Posted by Russell Delbert on October 22, 2003 at 22:46:16:
There was this dope who had pranced around a bit, err ah, 'trained' in several 'styles' for a couple years trying to learn enough of something so he could say he had a
black belt. As proof he could show it around.
Self inflated and convinced he knew something, RD stepped into ceemde one day and thought he'd 'exchange ideas' with the instructors there because they he
thought they were on the same level. RD was just trying to make friends in his own lowly mind, but was not ready for what happened.
He started to show what he thought would earn his acceptance into a higher group but was rejected, humiliated when they refused his offer of movement, called him
garbage and knocked him to the floor. In disbelief and anguish RD reacted instinctively, 'what about this' and tried another move which was met with increasing but
still measured harshness. RD was too stupid still to realize he was outclassed. Those present were embarrassed for him.
Mentally backed into a corner he tried one more and was quickly reduced to crying in the corner of the waiting room. Many of us were there, watching his pathetic
plight.
Apologizing from the floor, hoping he now would not be truly beaten and seriously hurt, RD came true and said he just wanted to learn. He was allowed to sign up.
Soon he was on special private but occasionally tried to show what he thought he knew and was instantly 'corrected.' It was humiliating for him to be acted upon if
front of everyone, but it was the only way for him to learn due to his personality and slow learning ability. He needed to feel.
When regionals would visit, he was singled out as a former 'dingy' and demonstrated upon. This made him feel worse but he resolved that no matter what they'd dish
out he'd make it and show everyone. This made him a perfect candidate to sell his car, work two fast food jobs and scrub floors just to win favor.
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Still a lower belt, a big steeping stone of breaking him down mentally in order to learn true mooo, was when he brought in his previously earned black belt and red
sash to be cut up in front of everyone at seeemde. He whimpered almost unnoticeably but vowed to get even. All the events until now fueled his rage, but he kept it
inside.
He was always kept separate from the others, as he moved up in rank. The regionals never trusted him, he was not good with students, did not understand form or
how to even hand a brochure to a walk-in. He always had something to prove. He learned little by the time he was allowed to pass for 2nd section. This took him 5 years.
Although he never quit, he was never pushed that tiny little extra to send him crying out the door for good. During his slow, painful progression in rank he had fled on
several occasions screaming 'leave me alone,' only to return the next day, tail dragging, nowhere else to go. RD was a pitiful soul.
Even after 5 years of practice he could not do 100 pushups without having a fit, carrying on as if he would die and spending a week getting notes from doctors that said he should not be required to do pushups. The weaking brought these notes to his Instructors. They laughed in his face and made him do 30 pushups.
They did not know what to do with him and the hope was eventually he might change. Average in stature, not that bright but still he tried 2 steps forward, one step
back it was said about RD. When another state started he was put in with that group as the main org decided they had enough of him. He drained more resources
than he contributed. He'd make a good go-fer in the start up area. Lots of coffee would be gotten.
His bitterness continued to fester inside him, over the years it reached the boiling point. His hatred for those who had always sought to put him down would be repaid
with interest he thought, now that the tax case and other scandals had removed the corruption that always blocked the path.
By default, not qualified mentally or physically, the guy who no one wanted around left and started a martial arts school in his fantasies. He posts againt those who gave him a chance, because he humiliated himself too many time there. He began associating with other washouts and claiming he had miracoulous teachings in the park.
We care buddy, we feel your pain, but not your shame, because your humiliation is too funny.