Monday, October 13, 2008

Are Whippets Bad For You

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Where would have been now if it were not for those who tormented me in the army? I do not know why they did it. Perhaps because I did not get drunk with them ... But if erased from my life would not be what I am. Before the military was a painter, I specialize in wall painting. Iban nine against me.




CHTMLTMLXC It was the punching bag that which crushed during these workouts. Planks were not what they broke with the blow of the hand. We crushed them, one by one, without mercy. No bones broken bricks but those bastards. He trained all the time when I was not working or medical treatment.

met a neighbor who turned out to be a teacher of boxing. I asked: "recog please give me and especially good beating." I wanted to immunize against the blows I was receiving. After a couple of workouts I said

- You're crazy! Fighting for real! Istep, I'm no lunatic asylum nurse ... After a Anoy

two months, I realized that I had no time to lose. Doctors said my time had expired. But still alive. Not that the disease has subsided but my condition did not get worse ... I

After traveling throughout the Soviet Union in search of my attackers. They had already finished his military service and had gone home. VenĂ­aa see them and asked them to everyone: "Do you remember me, goat &I got to see three of them. I understood that was forgiven. I understood that within me there was no longer angry. There was nothing, only emptiness. I went home. Training followed by inertia. But now my enemy was my illness ... From these pages I would like to wholeheartedly thank those friends of mine. And when I call you friends I'm honest!

Thanks to them I became the winner of the silver medal of the USSR championship in karate. Today I have the black belt third dan. They made me the sole owner ofninth dan black belt in Sam Chon Do. Thanks to them I acquired a habit: when they all pay, within me awakens the fighter.

My friends, if they ever left the house you discover your bronze bust with an inscription of gratitude know that I have done! Know: until the last day of my life I'll be grateful for that lesson in manhood. could have become a painter and I was not. Thanks to my attackers am what I am and I like to be. Looking back I see that every offense I received was a brick in the foundation of my growing

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