Gam came to every single one of my ballet recitals.
(And piano concerts and choir fiascos and baseball games…)
Insisting that I was the best one out there, even though I wasn’t…
Telling me I looked beautiful, even though I looked like Princess Tweelex …
(Can somebody please tell me what in the world is on my head?)
I’m just about through my Traits of a Ninja series.
Today’s little post is about bravery.
And the fact that “Self Defense” is just so much cooler when you spell it like our little friend on the right.
A few years ago, Gam was invited to a teach a seminar on self defense. To teenage boys. At a detention center. At age 82.
I’m not quite sure if the bravery gets allotted to Gam or to the poor young convicts who learned choke holds and flip kicks from a seemingly innocent old woman who could actually rip out their jugulars with one fell swoop.
But she did it.
She told me it wasn’t the most pleasant experience she ever had, and that two days is not nearly enough to teach anyone much about anything, but that the boys were amazingly eager to learn and quite respectful.
I’d be respectful too if I were getting basic karate lessons from a ninja.
Did I mention she was 82?