One
of the most painful blocks I ever felt was also among the simplest I have seen.
Long
ago I was at a summer camp when Ernest Rothrock, who was also my T’ai Chi and Kung
Fu instructor, was to give a seminar there. I was selected to be his attacker.
Now I experienced before he never held anything back, because that is exactly
what how his first instructor taught him for seminars.
He
asked me to step in and strike him forcefully with a hook punch to his head. I
immediately knew I would regret doing
that, but being a good solider did what he requested,
So
I stepped in and threw a strong hook punch toward his head.
His
response was he stepped in turning to face my incoming arm, then he just raised
both hands into a vertical position. No strike involved.
I
experienced a new level of pain as my arm struck his raised hands. For those
raised hands became walls my arm struck into on the forearm and biceps of my
strike.
Immediately
I dropped my arm in pain.
Then
he played it for fun. He said, “Karate boy. I thought you could strike harder than that. Try again.”
So
once again I stepped in and struck at him again with my hook punch.
And
once again he stepped in, turned and raised both knife hands, to do nothing else.
Of
course he again began, “Karate boy. I
thought you could strike harder than that. Try again.”
With
an even bigger grin on his face.
And
once again I experienced an even greater level of pain.
Then
the seminar went forward, with everyone getting their own chance to experience the
fun of doing almost nothing and letting their attacker hurt themselves by striking.
Afterwards
and over a long time afterwards I worked out what I experienced and began to realize
the value of that lesson.
I
realized what happened, my arm just struck into his immobile raised knife hands.
The power causing all the pain came from my own strike, Those raised hands just
became immobile sharp objects I was striking into. That was the cause of my pain.
And
that gave me a different way to look at technique. I recognized its power in a tjimande
partner striking drill, that when we tried to work on it really tore up our arms
so we began faking the attacks to avoid the pain. I recognized that was happening
and backed off the drill at that time for greater study how to deal with that.
From
stillness comes movement, movement from the attacker receiving pain.
All
from a painful lesson on a distant summer day.
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