The Decision That Ended Him

                Six years ago I met the one guy that I felt safe and secure around. He was my friend and my sensei. We called him Senei Josh, but his real name was Joshua Robinson. He was a son, a father, a friend, a teacher, and who I believed to be the greatest man to exist. I was one of his students and I looked up to him like no other. He was young, smart, and nice. I thought he could do no wrong, but that was a foolish thought. I’m not exactly sure what happened after I left karate a year after I had started, but I can assume it wasn’t good. My former sensei and Sempei John (a total asshole) had gotten themselves into embezzlement. I am not sure how or why they would do such a thing, but it was a true horror to fin out. On January 21, 2010 I found out that not only did they embezzle money, but the man I considered to be the greatest had died in June. At first, I could not believe it, but it was not long before I knew that it was true.

                Trying to get rid of evidence, Joshua Robinson set fire to the small office and also to himself. Most of his body was completely charred, but his back survived. It was because of the tattoo on his back that they were able to edentify him. I knew then, that I was in denial and began to write this. For his kids, his parents, his friends, and his students, I want to let you know that his mistake him his life and a piece of our.

He told us to always yell stranger danger when we encounter a stranger, so what do we yell when it’s a bad person that we had trusted for so long?

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To everyone who reads this, I had decided to upload this. The reason is still unknown to even me, but after almost two years I thought it fitting for some reason.