Many moons ago I was in a karate class, and while my younger self was interested in learning to fight, it was the teacher’s life lessons that have stuck with me.
The first time I met this teacher, I mistook him for maintenance staff of the centre we trained in. A stocky Irishman with rugged hands the size of shovels, he didn’t fit the image in my mind of a karate instructor.
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