Bret Hinds
Green Belt
How many BB instructors have had a wantabe "ninja" come to class and take a class or just watch a class, How did you deal with these bozo's? You know the type, a know it all.
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How many BB instructors have had a wantabe "ninja" come to class and take a class or just watch a class, How did you deal with these bozo's? You know the type, a know it all.
Just people feeling insecure about themselves I guess. Having to make a show of experience even if there isn't any. You're right too...those are the ones that don't make it past the first class as they realize there is actually a LOT of work (read blood, sweat, tears and more sweat) that goes into MA training. I'm not a BB, but I've seen them come and go too. It's a shame...MA is truly one of the only arenas where it's expected and 100% okay to NOT have any training when you walk in the door. That's the beauty of it all...you're accepted from day one. All we ask is an open mind and a true heart.The runner up is the "I am a champion whatever and this isn't the best, I am just here for conditioning." Neither of the above mentioned last long.
One night in my studio, as I was closing up for the night, a man in a little blue Chevrolet Vega (yes, a Vega, in 1998) pulled up. From out of the windows of his car I could see various mops, brooms, and squeegees protruding. This man was wearing a hat sort of thing that seemed to be made out of gold colored tin. This hat was about 6 inches tall, cylindrical, wrapped the manÂ’s head, and covered some very long dreadlocks. Tron was his name and he was a window washer and wondered if I would like to hire him to do my windows. He was a rather interesting looking character to say the least, so he got the job.
During his time washing my windows, Tron asked several questions about the art that I practice, my rates, my time in the arts, all the general karate small talk. Seemed like a nice enough guy, and disappointingly, not nearly as odd as I had hoped he would be.
About two weeks later, Tron returned to do the windows again. He did not disappoint me a second time. He began asking questions about the swords that I sell, and could I train him to use them. He needed to buy 3 to complete his arsenal of 4 swords that he needed to carry with him at all times.
You see, Tron is a Warrior of God, and a Demonslayer. Here is his tale.
Although Tron makes his living as a window washer, he is a traveling Rastafarian preacher. He gives sermons in parks or wherever a crowd will gather to listen. He had been growing his dreadlocks for 15 years, which means he had not had a haircut or even shampooed his hair in that period of time. As a reward for his discipline, he had been recently given by God the Fifteen Year Vision. His reward was to be able to recognize the angels and demons that walk among us, and his mission was now to slay the demons.
As a matter of fact, he had just returned from Dallas, where he had killed the demon that had been married to his sister. He had killed him twice.
“Twice?” I asked.
“You know,” he replied, “you have to kill demons physically, mentally, and spiritually.”
“Oh, yeah,” I said. “But you only killed him twice.”
“God told me not to kill his spirit. He wanted the demon to go back to Hell and announce that God had a new, powerful, warrior working for Him, and that he should be feared,” replied Tron.
I asked Tron if all of his in-laws were demons, but he just smiled.
So, back to the original question of the swords. It seems that Tron had used two swords in Dallas, and wanted to buy three more. One sword for each killing and a spare in case you run into another demon before you can replenish and bless your new swords. That way you can physically kill the demon, then come back later with other swords to finish him off for good.
As he left for the evening, this Warrior of God, this Mighty Demonslayer, this traveling Preacher, left notes on several of the cars of my female students saying that he had enjoyed watching “sexy, blonde fighting women” and if they would like to have dinner, to please call him. Next time he came by, I showed him the notes and told him he was no longer welcome at the studio. I guess that was my first exorcism.
I have not seen Tron around town since then, but I do sleep better at night knowing that there is a little man in a gold tin hat keeping the world clean and safe by washing windows and slaying demons.
How did you deal with these bozo's? You know the type, a know it all.
"Empty your cup!"
"Take what you think you know, and place it in the back of your mind to compare with what I teach you later on when you are an advanced student. Accept me as your teacher, and assume the roll of the student."
"If you don't respect me as the teacher, and the knowledge that I offer, or if you don't want to follow the rules of this Dojang - - then there's the door!"![]()
I say it politely, but firmly. If they leave, they were not ready to learn anything. If they join, but continue with the "know-it-all" attitude, they will quickly find out how little they know. :mst:
If a student tries to tell me what they already know, I usually tell them, "I am not interested in what you know. I am interested in what you don't know, so that I know what to teach you. Now, your job as a student is to listen, learn, and perform what I teach you to the best of your ability - - not to tell me what you think you know. If you already know something that I teach you, reinforce it to make it better, then when I feel you are ready, we'll move on to the next lesson."
CM D.J. Eisenhart
Great advice and a great post. LF comes through again with some things to think about.