Metanoia: the journey of changing one's mind, heart, self, or way of life.
"You don't see it do you? You're becoming the thing you feared the most. The thing that's tormented you and your friends since the third grade." I said to him, meaning every...
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It had been a couple of days and me and Miguel were in the dojo with my dad. Miguel and I had just gotten done doing 50 push ups on our knuckles. We are gonna train with baseballs now. I'm not sure how this will go to be honest.
Miguel was standing there with pads on. "You ready?", my dad asked him. Miguel looked back at him. "Yes sensei", he replied. My dad turned on the machine and I was really hoping Miguel wouldn't get too hurt during this. Hell, I'm worried about myself. Baseballs have a hard center. One ball flew out and Miguel barley knocked it away with his forearm. Thank god for those pads. It went straight into the wall and made a dent. Shit.
My dad pressed the button again but Miguel wasn't looking so it hit his elbow. Ouch. Miguel groaned and shook his elbow. "Just be glad it didn't break your elbow there pal.", I told him and patted his shoulder. He went a few more times before it was my turn. Let's see how good my reflexes are today.
Dad pressed the button and I blocked the ball with my forearm, this time the ball just barley missed the wall and fell to the ground. He pressed the button again and I blocked it with my left forearm. This kept going for a little bit until my dad wanted to move onto something new.
My dad had Miguel in a choke hold teaching him how to get out of it. "What does a cobra do?", he asked Miguel. Miguel was flailing his feet around struggling really badly. "What does a cobra do?", my dad repeated himself. Miguel started to tap on my dads bicep trying to tap out. "There is no tapping out in karate." Ah jeez Miguel. I covered my face with my hand and hid a smile. I already knew how to slither so my dad didn't bother with me for that.
Me and Miguel started training. Throwing punches and blocking them. It was going pretty well. Miguel and I had been going on runs together to get into shape and what not.
After a few good practices, Miguel had finally learned to slither and I was really proud of him. He was doing so well and progressing so fast. Just like I had at a young age. He had also been getting better with blocking the baseballs too.
Him and my dad were fighting now and he had finally swept my dads leg and he fell down. But of course my dad cheated and pressed the button to the baseball machine and it hit Miguel's ear. I ran over to Miguel. "Are you alright?!", I asked worried. Those machines are seriously not to mess with.
"Wha-what the hell. That wasn't fair.", he said clutching his ear in pain. "If you want a fair fight, dream on. You can't always think your enemies are gonna play by the rules.", my dad told him. I glared at my dad. "You can't just use the baseball machine like that though, Dad!", I told him.
"Ye-yea well my ear-", Miguel started but my dad cut him off. "What if that baseball was your enemy's friend coming at you from behind? You have to be prepared for everything.", my dad informed him. He was right. You do have to be prepared for everything. Miguel moved his hand from his ear. It was red and already bruising. Damn it.
