Mr. Miyagi and Me.

Mr. Miyagi and Me.

â€œIf you come to my dojo you will never be promoted to any rank. You will always remain a white belt. But, I expect that you will be like all other Americans that came to my class, and quit. I am much too strict, much too tough for Americans. But if you want to learn and learn the right way, come back and I will teach you.â€ Mr. Takeshi Miyagi directed those words to me on a rainy November night in 1963.
The following night fellow Marine, Len Neidert and I returned, and were served our first of many doses of humble pie. The very first lesson taught in Miyagiâ€™s dojo was that of humility. He handed me a straw broom while telling Len and I that our first duty was sweeping the classroom floor. And, as it turned out, the classroom floor was the hardened dirt outside of Mr. Miyagiâ€™s house. It would be our nightly chore to sweep away the small pebbles that somehow gathered on the â€œfloorâ€ between classes. Next, we would have to lower a bucket into the well, fill a metal teapot and put out drinking glasses so the students would have water to drink. We snapped out a hearty "Yes, sir" and began our chores. When our tasks were completed, we anxiously waited for our fellow students to arrive. One by one they arrived, and we offered each a polite greeting, which they coldly ignored.
Over the next several months, in a place where we were not welcomed with open arms, we struggled to win the trust and confidence of Mr. Miyagi and his students. We saw a long, difficult journey ahead of us, and the road was paved with aches and pains, and countless bumps and bruises.
Country USA
Binding Kindle Edition
ReleaseDate 2012-05-01
Format Kindle eBook

Country	USA
Binding	Kindle Edition
ReleaseDate	2012-05-01
Format	Kindle eBook

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