It was in 1979
and for the most part I really didn’t know what I was doing.
I was a new
black belt, had no local instructor to guide me. I took it upon myself to
become an instructor at the Scranton Boy’s Club, and I was on my way to
competing at local Pennslyvania karate tournaments to gain experience.
While I was
living in Scranton Pennsylvania I was not from there, a few years earlier I had
moved there for work in a Regional Pa. Bank. So no one really knew me, or had
any interest in my karate.
Of course that
didn’t bother me as Karate was what I did for myself.
At one of those
tournaments in Harrisburg Pennslyvania, which happened to be sponsored by a
different Isshinryu organization than I was in, I had some modest success. I
won 3rd place in kobudo kata. Of course no one there really knew me
either.
I was pleased
that I had that level of success.
Afterwards when
I returned home I began to think about what that trophy meant?
All I knew was
that after tournaments Mr. Lewis would place an article at the local Salisbury
Maryland paper, and at times they would publish the results. As I thought on
that it occurred to me that perhaps I should also do the same. Perhaps it would
help enrollment at the Boys Club.
So I went to a
photographer and had a few photos taken and I submitted an article about my
modest success to the local paper.
Then several
weekends later an above the fold article appeared in the Local News section of the paper.
The result was a
nice article but I never heard a word from anyone at the Bank about it, or from
anyone at all for that matter.
The Club had no difficulty
identifying students for my program. The article had nothing to do with that.
In fact it
didn’t hurt or help me in my karate.
And while karate
was very important to me, and extremely personal, I found out that the rest of
the world really doen’t care. People have their own interests after all, ones
dear to them. Karate is in reality important to other karate-ka, but to the
rest of the world not so much.
After that I
never published any articles about what I did, when I did it. There were times
that articles were published about my program by the Boys and the Boys and
Girls Club, but that was more so show the depth of their programs.
footnote:
In the long run you really learn that what those trophies are for, to gather dust. Those I acquired and saved were eventually discarded when I moved, and really are not missed.
The day is gone after all. Being awarded a trophy is a memory. Life moves on.
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