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Tonight when stopping by my local convenience store for some ice, bread, and lunch shit I was getting back into my car when I was approached by the 'sad sack' of people whom you expect to bum your spare pocket change.
It was raining, kinda shitty, and this guy "Hey, excuse me, excuse me'd" me as I was packing my shit into my car looking to get fed and buzzed post BJJ beating.
My first impression of this guy - You have made poor choices in your life, you love teh bottle, you want my change... So (against my better judgement) let this guy run to my car to plead his case...
"Mister, mister, I have a favor to ask of you. I just came from the hospital with a diagnosis of cancer "- And I cut him off with my handful of loose change. "You need some spare change?" I said.
Surprisingly he almost seemed bewildered by this, and said - "No, I need a ride to my daughters so I can ultimately get back home. I just came from the hospital diagnosed with cancer and they refused to give me anything for pain until the results of the CAT scan come back"
So against my better judgement, I told him to get in and I would take him to his destination. Almost immediately, he nearly broke into tears that a total stranger (with the 'fuck off/no thank you' on the tip of his tongue) gave him a ride to his daughters)
He didnt have the exact coordinates, but merely landmarks of where his daughter lived. One of which where my own daughter had trained BJJ and Muay Thai for a very significant amount of time.
This of course spawned the discussion of martial arts as a whole, and he dropped on me that he was a high level kru for Muay Thai and had been for many years.
Of course, I had no real reason to doubt him until he started mentioning names of those whom he had trained with and for... This blew my mind - what a small universe we exist in. This 'sad sack' of an (assumption) whom I (almost) thought I might have to defend myself from, turned out to be a high level trainer, whom (chances are) I have crossed paths with over the decades I have been in the business along side with. Working and training with the same folks whom I have been working/training with since my own start into this MMA journey.
Long story short - The universe is strange and places you and counterparts into strange/cohesive positions you don't always expect.
Age and wisdom exlempilfy this exponentially (sometimes)
It was raining, kinda shitty, and this guy "Hey, excuse me, excuse me'd" me as I was packing my shit into my car looking to get fed and buzzed post BJJ beating.
My first impression of this guy - You have made poor choices in your life, you love teh bottle, you want my change... So (against my better judgement) let this guy run to my car to plead his case...
"Mister, mister, I have a favor to ask of you. I just came from the hospital with a diagnosis of cancer "- And I cut him off with my handful of loose change. "You need some spare change?" I said.
Surprisingly he almost seemed bewildered by this, and said - "No, I need a ride to my daughters so I can ultimately get back home. I just came from the hospital diagnosed with cancer and they refused to give me anything for pain until the results of the CAT scan come back"
So against my better judgement, I told him to get in and I would take him to his destination. Almost immediately, he nearly broke into tears that a total stranger (with the 'fuck off/no thank you' on the tip of his tongue) gave him a ride to his daughters)
He didnt have the exact coordinates, but merely landmarks of where his daughter lived. One of which where my own daughter had trained BJJ and Muay Thai for a very significant amount of time.
This of course spawned the discussion of martial arts as a whole, and he dropped on me that he was a high level kru for Muay Thai and had been for many years.
Of course, I had no real reason to doubt him until he started mentioning names of those whom he had trained with and for... This blew my mind - what a small universe we exist in. This 'sad sack' of an (assumption) whom I (almost) thought I might have to defend myself from, turned out to be a high level trainer, whom (chances are) I have crossed paths with over the decades I have been in the business along side with. Working and training with the same folks whom I have been working/training with since my own start into this MMA journey.
Long story short - The universe is strange and places you and counterparts into strange/cohesive positions you don't always expect.
Age and wisdom exlempilfy this exponentially (sometimes)
