Class was held once a week, you paid for 3 months at a time, and spent a lot of time practicing on your own. I really owe a lot of credit to my mom at this point. My father died when I was young and as a single mother she made a lot of sacrifices on my behalf. My first class in logistics was mom getting me to class, on time, making sure the class was paid for, and never a complaint. I helped pay for classes by working at my grandfathers business and delivering a local area newspaper. Over time, I was able to drive myself and started attending class other days in a town farther away in order to train more often during the week.
Last year, I traveled to our organizations annual training camp, to train alongside the same people that I had trained with almost 20 years ago. Martial arts training is a lifelong journey. I have traveled around the world and trained with people who have become life long friends. I look forward to sharing this experience every day...
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