Everyday I train. I train. And I train.
I've never seen anything. But I've been told everything. Instruction given out over a cup of tea.
At home, I do. I go out, I do. And while I wait, I do.
Lo and behold, the day I came to school, yesterday, they came and asked. They asked, "Did you slim down?"
Was I ever even fat to begin with?
"You look different. Your shoulders look bigger."
Every day I train. 5 minutes. 10 minutes. 40 minutes. With or without friends.
Normally, it's without. No one else knows.
I've been slapped, I've been hit, I've been made a fool of and I've been lectured.
But I finally got these precious good words from the Master.
He said,"Good. You've been training. Let me teach you more."
Sometimes I look at myself in the mirror... look at my arms swelling with strength and think...
My god... this is lethal.
I've been wanting to learn. Begging to learn. And now I am, a part of me regrets not looking ahead at the danger of learning this art.
I sat back in my chair and trained the Iron Fingers. Why stop, I asked again.
Check back this Friday night to see some very interesting things. I hope you like needles.
I've never seen anything. But I've been told everything. Instruction given out over a cup of tea.
At home, I do. I go out, I do. And while I wait, I do.
Lo and behold, the day I came to school, yesterday, they came and asked. They asked, "Did you slim down?"
Was I ever even fat to begin with?
"You look different. Your shoulders look bigger."
Every day I train. 5 minutes. 10 minutes. 40 minutes. With or without friends.
Normally, it's without. No one else knows.
I've been slapped, I've been hit, I've been made a fool of and I've been lectured.
But I finally got these precious good words from the Master.
He said,"Good. You've been training. Let me teach you more."
Sometimes I look at myself in the mirror... look at my arms swelling with strength and think...
My god... this is lethal.
I've been wanting to learn. Begging to learn. And now I am, a part of me regrets not looking ahead at the danger of learning this art.
I sat back in my chair and trained the Iron Fingers. Why stop, I asked again.
Check back this Friday night to see some very interesting things. I hope you like needles.
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