Thursday, February 23, 2012
Sunday, February 12, 2012
So, I was all set for the seminar. All I needed was some small bills to use for making change from book sales. I dropped off my wife at the pharmacy and headed to the bank across the street. I took the small bills from the drive-through teller and went to pick up my better-half. I stopped at the red light and contemplated my day. And BOOM! I got hit from behind. As I dialed 911, I got out of the car and looked back at the shiny yellow Hummer H2 that slammed into me. Not much you can do in those situations; except wait for the police to complete a report. Although my wife's 2011 Hyundai Sonata was significantly damaged, it carried us to South Miami.
When I arrived, I wasn't expecting the greeting that I received in the parking lot. I was met by a former student of mine. The last time I saw him he was about 12 years old. Now, 15 years later, he's quite grown and has two children of his own. The love he expressed for me during those moments was quite touching, and we spent the next four hours together. I thank the Lord God for allowing me to mentor young people, it gives life a significant meaning.
Saturday, February 11, 2012
I'm getting ready for the Dynamic Striking seminar that I'm facilitating today in Miami. I look forward to meeting new faces that will include some young aspiring fighters. I hope to share some of the knowledge that I have amassed over the past 33 years. Who knows, my advice may influence a future world champion.
I contemplate the future, when I'm no longer able to move swiftly enough to impress the upcoming prospects, and thank God for the "digital age." I can always show video highlights of my glory days. And when I'm gone, the literary works that I am creating will be left behind, and hopefully used as reference material for the coming generations.
I contemplate the future, when I'm no longer able to move swiftly enough to impress the upcoming prospects, and thank God for the "digital age." I can always show video highlights of my glory days. And when I'm gone, the literary works that I am creating will be left behind, and hopefully used as reference material for the coming generations.
Thursday, February 9, 2012
For the second day in a row, I had court on my day off. Overtime pay is nice, but every day that I don't have to put on a uniform and strap up is a blessing.
Yesterday, a juvenile I arrested for robbery took a plea deal, 14 months of probation, and adjudication of guilt withheld. You wonder why young criminals turn into older criminals; no real consequences for their criminal behavior.
Today, it was a young woman I cited who crashed into a parked car. Just a little fender-bender in the parking lot of the grocery store. Now I don't normally write citations to people involved in a crash, I mean isn't bad enough to be involved a crash? However, she did not have a driver's license; I don't mean that she wasn't carrying a driver's license, she never went through the process to obtain a license. I couldn't really turn in a crash report indicating a driver without a license wasn't cited, so I wrote her a ticket. She came to court with her small child in tow, I told the judge that I really couldn't recognize her face, so the ticket was discarded. The victim of the crash told me that the insurance company representing the car of the unlicensed driver paid for her repairs. Justice served in my opinion.
Yesterday, a juvenile I arrested for robbery took a plea deal, 14 months of probation, and adjudication of guilt withheld. You wonder why young criminals turn into older criminals; no real consequences for their criminal behavior.
Today, it was a young woman I cited who crashed into a parked car. Just a little fender-bender in the parking lot of the grocery store. Now I don't normally write citations to people involved in a crash, I mean isn't bad enough to be involved a crash? However, she did not have a driver's license; I don't mean that she wasn't carrying a driver's license, she never went through the process to obtain a license. I couldn't really turn in a crash report indicating a driver without a license wasn't cited, so I wrote her a ticket. She came to court with her small child in tow, I told the judge that I really couldn't recognize her face, so the ticket was discarded. The victim of the crash told me that the insurance company representing the car of the unlicensed driver paid for her repairs. Justice served in my opinion.
Wednesday, February 8, 2012
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