Wow- There are alot of posts from fellow Kenpoists here!
I studied Goju-Ryu for a few years and enjoyed it immensely. Unfortunately, in the small town I grew up in, martial arts instructors could not make a living and didn't stick around long. Hence, my instructor moved away and I moved on.
In the following years, instructors came and went, and most were Korean stylists as back in the 70's and 80's TKD was the most prominent art on these shores. I came to love the Korean arts, and found myself quite adept at kicking. Through a number of instructors, I learned kicking skills that in retrospect were quite useless (aside from developing balance, strength, timing, and flexibility, hee hee) but were fun as heck! Jumping, spinning kicks that ripped heavy bags from their mounts were my forte', and made for great exhibitions. There is no denying the raw power derived from the centrifugal force of true spin-kick, just take a gander at Master Hee-Il-Cho's book "Man-of-Contrasts" and see the pics of him splitting a heavy bag IN HALF at at least six feet off the floor! Practical? No. Impressive? WAY.
Anyway, when I got out of college and settled down in the big city, I chose Kenpo as the art to pursue. Not so much because of what the art was as much as I was impressed by the credentials and establishment of the instructor (he had been at the same location for twenty years and had numerous black belt students). While I trained in Kenpo, I never forgot my Korean roots, and always prided myself on being the big (220 lb) Kenpo guy who could throw a spinkick over ANYONE'S head. ( I even have an autographed pic of Herb Perez, Olympic TKD Gold Medalist, lauding my kicking ability)
I am just tooting my own horn to make a point. Arthritis hit me hard a few years ago and almost crippled me (did for awhile). What's worse is it crippled my spirit. After years of being so full of foolish pride at my physical abilities they were robbed from me, or so I felt. I had to give up my training and I took to drugs to kill the pain, and the pain became ME.
I have (with the love of God and friends) since then learned that there is so much more to the martial arts and to life than just being good at something. All those years I spent with what seemed to be serving myself, to being as good as I could for my own ego, actually taught me things I never realised before now. Now, instead of being "Mr. Kickass", I am now "Mr. Teacher". And I do not expect, nor influence my students to kick higher or be stronger or be anything but better people than they were an hour ago. I have learned that the martial arts are not about being the best fighter, because someone is always better. You can kick as high as you want, but someone will always kick higher. Break as many bricks as you can, and there is always another brick.
Your life only happens once. If you are happy in your art, then just be happy.