Van Canna wrote:
31 Jan 11
Unlike so many these days, this Gurka knows right from wrong! He knew he had to act, and he knew he had the skills, equipment, and heart necessary to prevail.
Three and a half years old might seem to be a bit young to get into this... and I do my best to let little ones be little ones while they can, but
... The little one listened very intently and captivated with my explanation of being a "good Panther Cub" and learning how to be a decisive warrior not
to hurt people, but to keep people from hurting us.
This goes right along with my discussion with the 23 year old about not letting someone else dictate morality. Use your own knowledge, experience and morality and do what's right no matter what.
Van Canna wrote:
The last thing these bandits expected was forceful resistance. When it came their way, they couldn't handle it!
He (1) sized-up the situation, (2) made a plan, and (3) exploded into action.
Basically reinforced with the 23 year old when talking about "unleashing the hounds of he ll"... explosively... violently... decisively... The little one isn't quite ready to get into too much of the mindset... yet.
Van Canna wrote:
He neither hesitated, nor dithered. He swept his mind free of clutter and focused completely upon the task at hand.
When he made the decision to act, he attacked with all he was worth, holding nothing back.
With consummate skill and daring, and with superiority of purpose, he became a precise, seamless whirlwind of motion- unbeatable, unstoppable. To their horror, these bandits found themselves completely outclassed!
I can not count the number of times we've tried to explain this over the years... it was part of my talk with the 23 yo and it's been mentioned (to much chagrin from certain folks) here... Make the decision NOW what you will do and how you will act/react, then if you need it the decision is already made... (I recommend unleashing the hounds, but that's just my choice 'cause I don't want some one to wonder whether I fought back during my eulogy... I want them to know that I took bas-turds with me!)
Van Canna wrote:
"Never tell me the odds!"
The odds? HA! The only "Insurmountable odds" were faced by the thugs!
I have a very good friend of mine who I've done training and meditation with the last few years... He's the first-born son of a Hindu family. Traditionally the first-born Hindu becomes Sikh. THAT is where the (in)famous Gurka warriors come from. The stuff of legends... where facing 1000 (some say 10,000) to one odds, they win
! My friend got special "dispensation" to free him from becoming Sikh and allow him to get his PhD and end up doing research here in the States... He (and his father) are basically pacifists... but I
wouldn't threaten them or their loved ones! We've gone over a LOT about "mindset", "resolve", "faith" and many other similar subjects that are part of the mental makeup needed to survive. No matter who you are, if you falter in the mental mindset to survive, the chances that your training will save you drops enormously.
Jason Rees wrote:
Gurka were considered a special-forces like troop back in WWII as I recall. These guys have never been lightweights, even if they are smaller than your average soldier. pound for pound, the odds were in their favor. Retired or not, this guy knew what he was doing.
Your average slightly overweight, twice-a-week karateka? Not so much, I think.
Just an FYI Jason, my friend... Don't be so quick to dismiss the old, over-weight, non-training in a dojo, man.
Last year, as I was working that extra job, some punks dismissed this
greying-haired, (more than slightly) over-weight, old man and thought they could do as they please because they could "take me". I ended up with some pretty nasty bruises, but some of them ended up with silver bracelets, a free ride to the local lock-up, some "attitude adjustments" by the local constabulary (even after I was done), two ended up with a ride in ambulances (one broken arm at the elbow... that hadta hurt, the other with a broken nose)...
The young woman who they had gotten cornered in a dark area of the club told the club owner that I was the ONLY reason she would come back. Every time she came back if I wasn't working, she didn't go in... if I was, she stuck to me almost like glue... Last I heard she's doing the modelling bit... successfully... she's Brazillian (just so's you know)... (not named Giselle tho...
) Besides, I have my saint of a wife at home... This young woman told me that she knew I thought of her like a daughter because of the way I acted and talked about my family...
Enough of that... Moral is: Never underestimate the power of "unleashing the hounds"! (Is it obvious I've grown to like that phrase... or what?
Oh yeah... and Van-Sensei, GEM-Sensei, Bill-Sensei and others who know me will vouch for the fact that even tho I have a 3-1/2 yo, I'm "up there" in yearly count... (but acting young, keeps you young... so I act like a kid with more expensive toys!