Normally I’m so careful, paranoid. I’ve had nightmares about it. But it’s 4am, he’s having his third night terror and I’ve hardly slept. I missed the top step. And I’m carrying Carter.
This was two nights ago and it still fills my thoughts. Unfortunately, instinct caused me to throw my arms wide trying to catch myself. I can still see so vividly his fragile body completely airborne and free falling towards the stairs. I’m crying thinking about it.
Thankfully I reacted fast enough. I reached out and pulled him tight to my chest before either of us hit. He’s perfectly fine. Me, I ache down the entire right side of my body where I took the full impact. I’m bruised and I’m sore. But I am so happy. He’s fine.
I don’t write this for sympathy. I write this because I never want to see another student walk away or another parent pull their child. You don’t know what Kung Fu can do for you until it does.
And I am grateful. Thank you to every student who ever gave me the chance to deepen my understanding, to every classmate who threw a thousand punches at me, allowing me to develop the art, quicken my reflexes and sharpen my mind. Thank you to Sifu Brinker, my mentor, for dedicating yourself to us and this school, and for every opportunity and the abundance of guidance.
Thank you to my mom, who never had “quit” in her vocabulary.
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My heart was in my throat. Terrfying and inspiring. Glad you are both okay.
My heart was in my throat. Terrfying and inspiring. Glad you are both okay.
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