Disarming Kick
While taking a bath this evening, a memory from my childhood popped into my mind, making me chuckle while I was in the bathroom. I fondly recall the years between 6 and 13 when I felt a sense of strength that set me apart. I wasn’t muscular in the average sense because I was still a kid after all, but I had a physique that was more developed than most of my peers.
My brother often used me to intimidate his friends, as I was his “older brother” in a way. There was one particular incident that stands out. He challenged me to a fight against one of his friends, who was older than both of us. I had all the confidence in the world, thinking I would easily win. But then the unexpected happened: I got the first kick right in my stomach.
That moment was a turning point for me. I remember standing there, holding my stomach and feeling a mix of embarrassment and pain. That first blow was disarming, i lost all my strength.
After that fight, I adopted a new mindset. Instead of trying to portray strength, I focused on being smart and clever, by only intimidating with my physique but never initiating a battle.
My brother often used me to intimidate his friends, as I was his “older brother” in a way. There was one particular incident that stands out. He challenged me to a fight against one of his friends, who was older than both of us. I had all the confidence in the world, thinking I would easily win. But then the unexpected happened: I got the first kick right in my stomach.
That moment was a turning point for me. I remember standing there, holding my stomach and feeling a mix of embarrassment and pain. That first blow was disarming, i lost all my strength.
After that fight, I adopted a new mindset. Instead of trying to portray strength, I focused on being smart and clever, by only intimidating with my physique but never initiating a battle.
