Sunday, June 25, 2006

The last bite of ice cream

Bear with me. I’m going to attempt to attempt to piece together some rather diverse concepts. What do coming out, eating ice cream, three-way sex, and fighting have in common. Intrigued? Read on.

Today I drove for two hours and brought 13 of my students to work out with my Martial Arts instructor. Mr. G is a very dynamic individual. When he decided that he could not continue running his Karate school after 5 years he came to me and said "I’m asking you to take over the school. If you don’t do it, I’m just going to close the place because there is no one else here I feel comfortable leaving it to.” His wife has told me how I'm one of his favorite students and he has always been forthcoming with compliments as well as tips to help me get better. This man has changed my life and I respect him very much. I've run this school for almost six years. He has a way of relating life lessons while talking about the art of fighting.

Today he was trying to get across the concept that every strike should be like the only chance you have to save your life or the life of a loved one; it should not be wasted. He talked about this in several ways then he gets this big smile on his face and says "It's like that last bite of ice cream you have. You don't just pop it into your mouth and swallow; you savor it. You focus on the goodness of it and each strike should be like that last bite of ice cream."

Being the absolutely focused Martail Artist, my mind went immediately, albeit briefly, to the hot, hot sex the other night with em and eduardo. We were sharing a outrageously delicous bowl of ice cream and each bite was like the last one. This made me smile and also wonder what Mr. G will think when he knows about this unusual relationship.

Later on, he was talking to some of the older teenage students about how they should always learn and that these learning opportunities happen all the time if you look for them. He gave the example of a gay couple, two women, he knows that are raising four kids. I think some of the kids and one of the women train with him once a week in the mountains where he moved this past year. He was at their house for dinner and was asking them how they handled the pressures of raising four kids and dealing with the discrimination and hardships that must be present with this arrangement that so many others couldn't (wouldn't) understand. He didn't say how they answered him but he said he learned a whole lot from the conversation that he could relate to his own life about overcomming adversity. He didn't judge them at all and welcomed them into his life.

This gave me some hope that he will be supportive when I let him in on this big, rather unconventional, part of my life. I do think he'll be surprised though. He already knows and respects em and eduardo from the web based business he has helped us get into.

So there you have it. Life shoud be lived like that last bite of ice cream. Savor the love. Fight like there's no tomorrow. Engage in hot, hot sex and come out when it feels right.

4 Comments:

Blogger anabel said...

I have no idea why that last paragraph came out so big.I tried to correct it twice but to no avail.

11:34 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

I'm laughing. I'm laughing, I'm flushing at the memory of that hothothot sex and I'm also hopeful that we won't lose too many people who are important to us.

11:46 PM  
Blogger tornwordo said...

I think it's funny that the last paragraph is big even though you didn't mean it to be. Some bigger forces at work?

4:40 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

yeah, i thought that was funny too.

1:58 PM  

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