It took a 6’ by 8’ jail cell for me to realize that I had the qualities of a complete martial artist. I struggled with the thought of the inside being like a tunnel and losing my breath from being claustrophobic. I had to go three inches below my belly button and realize that the true teacher was inside of me. Through the screams, emotions, pain, and tears, I began to become one with my movement, and that allowed me to make it through twelve months of incarceration in a maximum-security prison without a fight, sex, drugs, or any of the old behavior that got me there. Because of the
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