My journey
My story is nothing special. In school I got bullied and in to fights, of which I lost, so I started looking for help and martial arts was that helping hand. So I started looking, trying everything I found; boxing, taekwondo, etc yet each one failed me in different ways. So when I heard that there was a kickboxing club in Shirecliffe, I was excited, cause I was always interested in martial arts, but also felt like I would hate it after two weeks. Nevertheless I went anyways. To my surprise, I actually enjoyed it. I could barely do anything and I knew this yet I kept on training. I think the greatest thing that happened to me during training was meeting 3 people who would go on to help me immensely and I'll never forget them for this. As I got to know them more and more our relationships changed from colleagues to good friends and eventually family, but over time we ended up going our separate ways. The one person who was there from the beginning and was there the most was my Sensei. He showed me the ropes, he helped me with my techniques and when I had given up on myself he didn't. I can't thank him enough for allowing me into his dojo and pushing me to my limits. Anyhow, I did struggle with many things and still do to a certain extent. It's not all wishy washy Bruce lee style, it takes much time, effort and dedication to learn and use effectively. Me, personally I still struggle with where and when to throw my kicks and punches or how to use them in a applicable situation. That's why I respect everyone for doing sparring. Another reason why I respect them is because of the bravery. Sometimes I can't even stand up straight cause of the fear. But I still did it non the less. There's many things I could say about this club, each more reasonable than the last, but the main point is I wouldn't be here if it wasn't for this club and I'm forever indebted to the people who've helped me through it all
Levi, 14
