A Story With a Happy Ending

Once upon a time (last Thursday about tea time) I was waiting to be picked up from the train station by my beloved wife. It was a cold and windy night, high 20s F with the wind chill taking it way down to 'o my God its cold' temperatures. So all the cars clear out of the station after 10 minutes and I am left standing there using language that does not belong in a blog. After 45 minutes and numerous voicemails left on Jennifer's mobile phone and the home phone, and just about the time I was really beginning to hurt from the cold I figured something was terribly wrong with Jennifer. In case you think I may be over-reacting, remember she is 8 months pregnant. The first place I thought to go to was the kung fu school which is a 15 minute walk from the station. I arrived at the school freezing cold and white as a sheet with worry and asked for help. Immediately I was given a set of car keys by one of the students instructions to call the police business line to find out the day's ambulance calls etc.

As it turns out Jennifer had forgotten all about picking me up and eventually got my message that I was at the kung fu school. Half way home I got a call from the school letting me know Jennifer was safe and sound, so I could go bring the car back and get a ride home with her. I can't tell you how happy I was to hear that Jenn had just forgotten me, it was the best case scenario.

So the point of the story is how the kung fu school has become the closest thing I have to family in the US and it was the first place I thought of going when I needed help. Everyone there did everything they could to help me out for which I am eternally grateful. The school is so much more than a place to learn martial arts and the efforts they have gone to in order to develop community has really paid off.

Maurys Kung Fu, I thank you.

Nick
Yellow Sash