Family Time

As I lay here in a dark hotel room and my kids are laying in bed trying to fall asleep, waiting for the big day we have planned in the morning at Dallas Comic Con . . . I reflect on the times we have spent doing things together as a family.  I often think back to my childhood and the adventures I had with my family growing up.

As a kid my family would drive to Canada for holidays or during the summer to visit relatives . . . Or took trips to visit family or friends in other parts of the country.  So many memories . . . Sometimes we even got lost on . . . Doin short cuts . . . Out in the middle of no where . . . On dirt country roads . . . On one trip to Canada, it got pretty late and the border had closed for the night . . . The only place to stay was a very old, run down, very rustic, wild west like hotel, that had no furnture in the ole time rooms other than a bare mattress on the bare wood floor . . . A window in one room was stuck open and you could hear the mice scurrying up and down the walls. We were glad to scurry out early the next morning.

Oh the memories of family travels  . . . Something I knew I wanted to give to my own kids . . . Times they could reflect back on with fondness . . . A few of those memories we’ve created with them thus far I suppose will be looked back on with some chuckles.  From they’re first time staying in a motel in Wichita to one of our biggest vacation flubs so far, which could resemble something in a Chevy Chase’s Griswald family movie . . . Booking a trip to San Antonio with all the arrangements to Sea World planned and nice fancy Hotel, only to arrive on a day they had schedued as closed for park maintance during an off season day.  I am still not sure how we were sold tickets for that day, or why we didn’t call to verify beforehand, but it will be something we’ll always look back on as one of those memorable trips.  We ended up making the best of it and went to the Zoo.

Memories . . . Create them with your family and kids as best you can . . . One saying that has really stuck with me lately . . . spend money on memories not things.  It’s hard sometimes and we don’t have a lot of money to spend, but we make the best of it . . . For us, spending the weekend in Dallas for a Comic Convention has been a vacation staple . . . We will always have our family photo op we did with Stan Lee to look back on to give us a smile.

Coarse, there is always the two trips to California we took with my Parents.  Driving to Cali with the 6 of us in a Honda Pilot . . . With Grandma and Em doing sudoku during the overnight driving shifts,  or having to make a quick pit stop at an indian reservation shop to clean out one of the many makeshift car sickness buckets

Memories . . . What will you look back on with your kids and remember



First off I’d like to say how much I love my kids . . . I could not imagine my life without my two . . . and my heart also longs to meet the one I miscarried in heaven someday . . .

To many, kids seem like a lot of work and interfere with whatever life goals they perceive as important at the time . . . Yes, they do take time and effort, but anything worth doing takes time and effort.  As far a interfering with life goals . . . They are my life and I wouldn’t change my life to a life without them for a second.  We’ve had our ups and downs and challenges, and I am sure many would love to give input on how we are doing it all wrong, but many would also tell us our kids are pretty amazing too.  I know it sound so cliche, but I love them to the moon and back and beyond . . . but honestly there really is no measure in which to describe how much I love them or what I wouldn’t do for them . . .

I thought I a hard time figuring out what I wanted to be when I was younger, but as I look back in retrospect, I think I knew what I wanted to be, I just didn’t know how it fit into the grand scheme of life . . . I wanted to be a Stay at home Mom, Domestic Engineer, Housewife . . . I wanted to like my Mom . . . and looking back in School, especially High School, Home Ec. was always my favorite class, with my Ag class being close behind . . . . so to be a stay at home mom with a farm seemed to suite me, LOL.  I am still working on the whole farm part of my life, but I can live by proxy to some degree through my parents who own a ranch . . . but for now my love for animals is good with our small four legged indoor city pooch.  Through all the tests I took to see which “career” would best suit my interests . . . Stay at home mom/housewife would probably not have been an answer to any of those tests . . . Maybe a Vet who liked to cook.  I am grateful I found my life calling and it gives me far better rewards than any paycheck or promotion or anything the work market has to offer and I am pretty darn good at it as well . . . and it’s something I really enjoy.

Part of my point in writing this is to really say . . . enjoy what you do and if that means being a parent, do it really really well . . . so many times I see people either post, say or act as if their kids are a burden or a second though or less important beings and treat them like they are snarky teenagers, or ADHD kids that have nothing better to do than annoy them as parents, please don’t . . . they ARE our kids, your life source in actualization . . . if you don’t want kids that is fine, but if you do have kids, love them beyond what your mind can comprehend . . . the rewards my kids have given me is beyond comprehension, way beyond the Moon and back and invest in them with whatever you can muster . . . My kids are Priceless and the memories I have shared with them are treasures for my soul

“Older lady” Jiu Jitsu Journey

So I am not that “old” really in the grand scale of life, but when you reference any sport, old is anything over 25 most of the time.  In some cases like gymnastics, 20 might even be called a seasoned veteran.  So when I started Jiu Jitsu in Sept of 2009, I had just turned 38. Not exactly a spring chicken in a sport setting.  Fast forward to 2017, come Sept, It will be 8 years in the sport at 46 years young.  Maybe I’m a glutton for punishment, I don’t know.

How far do you plan on going in your Bjj experience, was a comment question that was asked of me on a Gracie jiu jitsu video that was posted in a forum . . . Hmmm . . . you see it’s a lifestyle, a way of life . . . My husband put it best when had do his Instructor Certification videos for becoming a Gracie Certified Jiu Jitsu instructor through the Gracie Academy in Torrence in Jan 2012.  In one video he had to sit down as answer questions about why he wanted to teach Jiu Jitsu, and more directly Gracie Jiu Jitsu.  His answer was that the Gracie teaching methodology and the message that they have infused into their system is not unlike our message as Christians.  I have something that is important that everyone could benefit from if they only gave it chance . . . the learning doesn’t really stop, the message doesn’t really ever stale . . . we will always have to have an answer to defend ourselves and our Family and we want to share that message.

Scott’s Gracie Instructor Certification interview video

I may have to back up a bit and start more at the beginning.  You see, my journey actually started because of my Family . . . My Daughter started jiu jitsu first in Sept 2008. My Husband then started in March of 2009, then I started in Sept 2009, and last but not least my son in Nov of 2010.  I suppose you could say it became a family affair.  We also feel like we have a mission as a family and Jiu Jitsu is a part of that mission.

As an “old lady” practitioner,  I’ve competed in three tournaments coming home with 9 medals, participated in seminars with a list that includes some of the biggest names in the sport . . . Kyra Gracie, Mackenzie Dern, Marcelo Garcia and the Gracie Brothers Rener and Ryron Gracie . . . have attended over 15 Girls in Gi’s events and am now an Ambassador for such organizations as Girls in Gis, She-Jitsu, and BreakPoint Gi Company . . . I went through the Gracie Combatives program to receive my blue belt, which I found out I passed the day after Christmas 2011 . . . Passed the Gracie Women Empowered program to receive my Pink belt in Jan 2013 . . . In July 2016 I was promoted to Purple belt by My coach Ty Gay, owner of Redline Jiu Jitsu . . . I guess you could say I am all in at this point in my life, much like my life as a Christian.

The short answer to the question of how far I plan on going . . . til the day I die, at least that is my hope.

Til the day I die – Toby Mac

Jiu Jitsu over 40

What benefit do I have in doing a sport at my age, that involves chokes, wrist locks and arm bars?  Let me tell you, it’s  physical, which keeps me moving.  Yes, I have aches and pains . . . pretty sure I have rotator cuff damage in both shoulders, meniscus and ligament damage in both knees, and I am pretty sure both ankles roll better than me in most matches, But I am keeping my muscles and joints moving, which in the long run is better than being sedentary.  It’s mental, Jiu Jitsu is problem solving to the core.  Often referenced as a Human Chess game.  As we know we when we age, keeping our minds active is important.  One of my all-time favorite things about Jiu Jitsu is actually related, but not exclusive to the tournaments and ambassadorships I am involved with . . . It’s the community aspect of Jiu jitsu . . . it keeps us connected with others.  It’s important as we age, to stay connected.  I have meet some of the most AMAZING people in this sport, some of whom I would consider as lifelong core friendships . . . Whether it be people I have competed with or my daughter or family has competed with.  The Jiu Jitsu community is like a web of interconnections and partnerships.  It’s not easy to explain, but once you are in you know what I mean.

Although we are no longer a “Certified Training Center” we still follow many of the Gracie Philosophies at our Academy, one of them being Keep it Playful movement . . . it’s with this movement that has allows many of us “older” ones to continue jiu jitsu where we many not have continued if involved in different environment.

Maybe this turned into more of commercial for Jiu Jitsu than a testimony of sorts, but when something has permeated your life this much you feel the need to share.  God Bless and may God grant you the blessings of finding your passions and calling in life.  Thanks for listening to a not so old lady talk about her story . . . it’s not over yet

Gracie Jiu Jitsu Intro

My Pink Belt Test

My Blue Belt Qualification test video 5



Soul mate – a person ideally suited to another as a close friend or romantic partner.

Synonym – partner, friend, true love, companion, mate, better half, counterpart, confidante, helpmate, cohort, sidekick

Whatever word you choose, all of them could easily describe my Husband and I.  I am not sure how it all worked out so perfectly that in all the billions of people on earth, that it just so happened that two people who fit together like perfect puzzle pieces, came to find each other.   It’s almost uncanny how much two people can think and be so much alike on so many issues and topics . . . it might come out in different terminology, but in 98% or more of all the things you could think to ask or talk to us about, we probably give the same answers.  I am not sure what to think of destiny or fate, but maybe when God created the universe, he had it mapped out for us to be, I don’t know.  Maybe out of pure happenstance of the choices we made, we ended up together.  ~  Serendipity

I grew up in Gridley, California and for a brief time Scott lived 40 minutes from me in Grass Valley, California with his Dad.  We would often shop at the same mall (Peach Tree) in Yuba City before it flooded and my family would go to the big bike races in Grass Valley. We even went to the same old-time movie theatre that was in downtown Marysville.  I am almost sure there were times we must have passed each other and had no idea who each other were at the time.  It wasn’t until I came to Oklahoma for college in 1989, that we were introduced by the man who would later become our best man in our wedding.  It was often weird to think of all the similar places we’d been to growing up when we would talk after we met.  ~ Serendipity

Our relationship is special and unique and I love the things that make it this way.  When we talk of our relationship to others, sometimes they almost seem in shock when we talk about our relationship and what makes it special.  We both didn’t ever date that much.  I never had anything really all that serious until college and even then, it never was all that serious.  Then I met him.  He said he knew the first time he saw me he was going to marry me . . . Yeah, that still makes me smile . . . We met my first week of college.  I was there for what used to be called “Neat Week” at Oklahoma Christian (Oklahoma Christian College at the time).  Incoming freshman came a week early before classes officially started to get a prep week of intro to college classes.  I went to the Student Union to check my mail for that day, he was there with a mutual friend and we were officially introduced.   The three of us ended up talking for hours.  He kept his eye on me, but we didn’t really talk that much after that, only in passing, for the next year and a half.  It wasn’t until I had dated a few guys and grew weary of that scene that he would pop up again.  It was almost as if he was waiting for me to grow up a bit.  It was Christmas break of my second year that my brother came to pick me up from my dorm so I can fly home to Cali for break.  Scott helped me load stuff in the car and as we drive off my brother says, “He likes you.”  . . . I looked puzzled and was like “what??” “Yeah, he likes you”,  my brother replied.   He was just a friend helping a gal out, or so I thought.  Well . . . we had gone to OC’s Cocoa & Carols banquet together, but only went as friends.  That was the start of the spark I suppose. ~ Serendipity


Spent the next Spring semester just hanging out, being friends. Everyone thought we been dating that whole year . . . nope just friends.  We were having a good of time just being at ease with each other, no pressures, just two people enjoying each other’s company. Hadn’t really occurred to us to make anything more of it, or at least I hadn’t.  Not until near the end of that semester when Scott took me out to what is known at OC as the “Forum” did things change.   He sat me down and said to me, “I’ve got something I need to tell you,  I’m not sure of it all, but I going to just tell you and go from there . . . I Love you.”  You see we had just been “friends” up to that point, he said he was taking a risk of letting it all out in one swoop . . . or was he . . . I’m thinking he had me already hooked.  You see, there was a different evening we were joking around, something was said and he walked off upset, I walked off upset . . . I spent the rest of that evening thinking how close we had gotten and what a great friend he had become.  What was said and done to make us upset was irrelevant and wasn’t worth risking an end to the friendship that had developed.  Telling me he loved me wasn’t a risk, is was just confirming was each of us already knew . . .  and the rest is history . . . spending the next year and a half planning a wedding . . . pic below is the Spring Formal for one of our clubs taken at the Oklahoma state Capital steps . . . officially dating . . . those glasses though ~ Serendipity


Now you ask what was that special thing or things that tends to set us apart that I alluded to earlier . . . well, if you let me be real honest here, and I don’t think Scott minds . . . we saved ourselves for marriage.  Yes that right.  In this Day-in-Age where relationships are as frivolous as frivolous can be, it’s hard to find the ones where two people come to each other as God intended.  It was an easy thing for me.  Something I saw that had worked in the relationships I knew, with my Parents being one of those examples . . . they just recently re vowed to each other at their 50th anniversary last summer.   Something that I want to pass as an example to my own kids someday as well . . . The example of a marriage that goes beyond the norm.  An illustration was given to me a few years ago in a Mother/Daughter class at church I took with my own daughter.  The example was . . . your heart is that of a paper heart, With each relationship you have that doesn’t last, a piece of your heart gets torn away, crumpled and tossed aside.  One day when you met your prince your goal is to have a heart that is whole, not one that has been in pieces.  Saving yourself for your one prince.  I couldn’t have explained it better for my daughter to hear.   I am very thankful that when my Prince came, he didn’t have to piece back together my heart . . . but even if he had to, He knows my soul, loves it and loves the whole part of me unconditionally. The way Christ has shown love to us.  I could not love a person more with every ounce of my being, than I do him, Two peas in a pod we are and I love him.


The occurrence and development of events by chance in a happy or beneficial way




With God’s divine grace . . . Two people together forever

Dec 19, 1992 we become The Newhouses’

Below is a link to our wedding pics . . . the song playing is the song Scott sang to me in the ceremony, originally sung by Michael W Smith

Wedding Pics Montage

Up movie scene

Adam Sandler Grow old with You

Clubhouse Transformation

When we started house shopping a few years back, we compiled our list of “must haves” . . . it had to be budget friendly home with a second story, 3 bedrooms, a place for board games storage, built in book cases, a decent linen closet, a decent secure backyard for our dog, convenient house for work access and of coarse a place for Jiu jitsu mats.  It was easy to cross a lot of houses off the list and were often left baffled by our Realtor’s house showing choices based on our criteria we had given her.  “Didn’t we tell her want were looking for,” I often asked.  After 20+ houses we were frazzled and gave up looking for almost a year. Timing just didn’t seem right.  Then crunch time came when the duplex we rented was going up for sale.  The day after we got back from family trip to California, we found one on our own on  Husband texted me, “I found us a house, do you want to schedule a showing”.  By the end of the week we had an offer in and by the end of the next month we were moved in. Timing was perfect. God’s perfect timing.  It wasn’t the country house I always wanted, but it fit the must have list almost to a T.  with an added bonus of having a former coworker and friend live up the street and a friend in the neighborhood across the street, less that a mile to both.

Soon we’re all moved in and the kids transformed what we call the shed into their “clubhouse” playroom.  The former owner had rented the house out for 10 years and had used the shed for his own personal storage. He had re-sided and re-roofed it so it looked fairly well keep on the outside.  But, since it had been “storage” for 10 years, the inside was a bit of a different story.  Bare 2×4 stud walls with plywood floor covered in a 30 year old red scrap carpet fraying at the edges.  One could tell the windows had probably been left open on occasion, by the discoloring of the wood under window by water.  It got hot in the summer and pretty cold in the winter, so unless it was a pretty temperate day, the kids didn’t go out there as much as they would have probably liked.

An opportunity arose for re-purposing some used wood flooring and we jumped at the chance . . . coming from a room out of a hunter’s ranch house my parents bought when they moved from California.  From that bedroom mearsured almost exactly what we needed to put in the “clubhouse” . . . This was the beginning of the transformation.

I honestly had no idea the scale of this project when we started.  I though, “Sure, put down some decent flooring down.  Sounds great.  It’s better than bare plywood.  Finish it off with some sealant and be done in a couple of days.”  Multiple holidays and extended weekends later, 60+ hours  labor and countless trips to Lowe’s, the flooring was just the start of our project.

Along with the flooring, My Dad found us a wall ac/heater unit to install.  We thought it’d be nice to have the area tempature controlled, But . . . That meant electrical wiring had to be added.  In order for wiring to be added, we needed a new electrical box at the house and trench run to the shed for conduit.

 The wiring of a new electrical box inside the house had to happen because the orginal was “red flagged”, so to speak, during the intial inspection of our house when we bought it. The company that manufacured the orginal box had gone under many moons ago and was a company known for manufaturing faulty boxes.  So to add on to something faulty could & would have been a recipe for a disastrous Wiley E Coyote cartoon.  My Dad being the expert handyman he is worked his magic. After all he build an entire log home pretty much on his own with my Mom.  Yea, My dad is pretty awesome that way.

After the wiring was done, we added insulation.  After insulation, we hung sheet rock.  After hanging sheet rock we finished the sheet rock seams.  Then painting . . .  Painting to the Olympic opening ceremonies playing on old tube TV I hooked up . . . Now . . . to the finishing of the floors.  Day rental of a floor sander.  Then after a coat of expresso wood stain, a 24 hour process of 4 coats of sealant. Done, well almost  Whew!!!

Last thing to do is finishing frame on the door on the inside and a awning to go over the front door.  Did I say Whew already . . . Wheww!!!  It’s been quite the learning process.  Our cozy little “Clubhouse” magically tranasformed from almost useless storage shed into a place we can put our Jiu Jitsu mats and Guests can sleep.  Ontop of the fact I can now sheet rock and  I am not afraid to do a bit of electical work.  Not sure I’d tackle a whole house, but learning to do things was a good life lesson.  Even the kids got envovled and learned some valuable life lessons along the way.   We had a few hiccups along the way, but all in all came out the other side pretty happy with the final product.    The following is a kind of a rough 360° pictoral link to a almost finished product along with a youtube video montage of the pictures I took

Picture Montage

Clubhouse 360º panorama

Growing up Gridley

Gridley, California

It’s very much a Mayberry community from the Andy Griffith TV show . . . small, close-knit, old-fashioned little town.  At the time we moved to Gridley, the population was around 3600.  An agriculture town in midst of the central valley.

4-H for middle school & FFA for HS . . . Riding horses over to my cousins’ house across town or to a friend’s house down the street . . .  My Mom working in the peach canary during the summer . . . Cousin flagging the rice fields for the crop dusters . . . Who would think of these things when you say California.

Coming to Oklahoma for college in 1989, the first thing people always asked me when they learned I was from California was if I went to the beach.   I suppose the Southern California lifestyle being so prevalent, most forget the Northern half of California even exists.  My answer to the beach question . . . yes, but not an ocean beach.  A lake beach, Lake Oroville to be exact.  Not long after we moved to Gridley from San Jose, which is where I was born, my Dad bought a boat and we went to the lake as often as we could.

Moving to Oklahoma was not a culture shock as most would think.  The biggest change was the size of town.  3600 people to 445,000 (1990 census) of OKC.  But a good many wore Wranglers, Ropers and drove a 4×4 with mud on the back . . . Gridley attire would fit right in.

It’s always fun to go back to my old stomping ground from time to time to see how it’s changed from my growing up days.  Picture above is the house I spent most of my childhood.  It’s changed a bit since I lived there.  I suppose over time nothing stays the same, I don’t look the same either . . . Gridley has hit the big league with a Starbucks, McDonald’s, Taco Bell in town now.

I suppose the only stereotype I fit from being from Cali is I do have blonde hair and blue eyes and I drove a red convertible

A Letter From Your Pet In Heaven

Found this poem on the internet after the death of our first dog we had as a family.  Star of Cassiopeia was her AKC registered name, but we called her Cassi for short . . . she was silver AKC register schnauzer we had gotten through a neighbor at the time who had had the the mom and 3 other siblings of Cassi.  She was born without a tear duck in one eye and needed special care . . . she was one of the best dogs . . . she fell asleep July 24, 2011 . . . I believe in God and Heaven and I don’t know whether our pets actually end up in Heaven, but I sure would like to think they do . . . makes the pain of losing them easier to think we can see them again as we hope to see other loved ones of the people nature in heaven

To my dearest family,

some things I’d like to say.

But first of all, to let you know,

that I arrived okay.

I’m writing this from the Bridge.

Here I dwell with God above.

Here there’s no more tears of sadness.

Here is just eternal love.

Please do not be unhappy

just because I’m out of sight.

Remember that I am with you

every morning, noon and night.

That day I had to leave you

when my life on earth was through,

God picked me up and hugged me

and He said, “I welcome you.

It’s good to have you back again,

you were missed while you were gone.

As for your dearest family,

They’ll be here later on.”

God gave me a list of things,

that he wished for me to do.

And foremost on the list,

was to watch and care for you.

And when you lie in bed at night

the day’s chores put to flight,

God and I are closest to you…

in the middle of the night.

When you think of my life on earth,

and all those loving years,

because you are only human,

they are bound to bring you tears.

But do not be afraid to cry:

it does relieve the pain.

Remember there would be no flowers,

unless there was some rain.

I wish that I could tell you

all that God has planned.

If I were to tell you,

you wouldn’t understand.

But one thing is for certain,

though my life on earth is o’er.

I’m closer to you now,

than I ever was before.

There are rocky roads ahead of you

and many hills to climb;

But together we can do it

by taking one day at a time.

It was always my philosophy

and I’d like it for you too;

That as you give unto the world,

the world will give to you.

If you can help somebody

who’s in sorrow and pain;

Then you can say to God at night…

“My day was not in vain.”

And now I am contented…

that my life was worthwhile.

Knowing as I passed along

I made somebody smile.

God says: “If you meet somebody

who is sad and feeling low;

Just lend a hand to pick him up,

as on your way you go.

When you’re walking down the street

with me on your mind;

I’m walking in your footsteps

only half a step behind.”

“And when it’s time for you to go…

from that body to be free.

Remember you’re not going…

you’re coming here to me.”

Athlete I am not

I am a realist so It’s not a new revelation to me that I am NOT a natural athlete . . . I was second string in 8th grade Basketball. I often wonder if I made the team because only 8 girls showed up to try out . . . I tried Track as a Freshman in HS . . . could barely keep up with most of the team when I didn’t have chin splints. I only competed in 1 track meet and got 6 or 7th in the hundred yard dash. I have to work an extra mile to be where most are at normally . . . so to say that Jiu Jitsu doesn’t come easy to me is an understatement physically and mentally . . . I am never going to be a world class athlete, Realistically I’m not going to ever compete at an Abu Dhabi or Pan Ams. I’ll be doing good just to make it one or two more NAGA’s or AGF tournaments if that . . . my knees grind going up and down stairs, my shoulder probably has rotator cuff damage, my spine has slight scoliosis . . . but ya know I am not training for the Olympics I am not sure I am even training to compete again. Although it’s a goal I’d really like to make happen along the path . . . my biggest goal is to make it to black belt before I die and keep active . . . Life is not a sprint . . . Life is not a competition . . . I press on toward the goal to win the prize for which God has called me heavenward in Christ Jesus – Philippians 3:14

JiuJitsu life lessons 

Jiu Jitsu

So I started practicing Jiu Jitsu in September of 2009. When I started I had no idea that I’d be where I am at today in my progression of the art or where I am at as a person. I consider myself a pretty loyal person, so when I started at Redline, that meant that Redline was home, My Jiu Jitsu home. Unless for some unforeseen circumstances Redline had to close or we as a family had to move, Redline was were I was going to train, period. I came to this thinking because of the Coach, Ty Gay. My Daughter started before me in Sept 2008 and he was teaching all the classes including the kids. Now you can tell a lot from a person on how they handle and teach kids, especially martial arts . . . and he was phenomenal. His ability to communicate proper technique with patience to children and adults alike made our decision to come to Redline very easy. He also has created a gym at Redline with a family friendly atmosphere that we appreciated very much. Now, It’s easy to gym hop or change gyms, just as it’s easy to quit other things in life. But sometimes you have to decide what is worth your time and effort and never quit or give up on those . . . We’ve invested time, effort and money at Redline and the people who choose to be there. There was a moment in time that our family along with only a very small handful of others were left to train at Redline when we changed curriculum and Redline had a mass exodus of students. I am proud that we stayed and stuck it out and have since re-grown the school to be a very strong Martial arts force in Edmond, Oklahoma. Thanks mostly to Ty and his vision and school format he wanted to create. I say all this as a sort of history, but also because it adds to the understanding of why I am who I am today. You see in deciding to “stick it out” for the long haul meant I had to grow as a person to learn how to deal with people from all walks of life. There is no other place like a Jiu Jitsu gym. It’s not like a church where you all believe the same core principle, it’s not like a job where you feel like you “have” to be there, it’s not like school where again you “have” to be there. You choose to attend a gym and you choose to stay at a gym. When I say all walks of life, I mean ALL walks of life . . . Christians, Atheist, Muslin, Computer Tech, Housewife, Lawyers, Bankers, Real estate Brokers, and the list could go on. Do you get where I am going with this . . . I hope so . . . in order to be at a place like this and get along with all and somehow become friends beyond what you believe and what you do for a living, one must grow. It is easy now /in/ days to walk away from relationships, but isn’t it so much more worth while when we stick around for each other and foster these relationships into something more than just fake smiles and gratuitous hellos . . .

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