{"id":418,"date":"2011-04-06T22:50:00","date_gmt":"2011-04-06T22:50:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/hugotorres.com\/index.php\/2011\/04\/06\/white-belt\/"},"modified":"2011-04-06T22:50:00","modified_gmt":"2011-04-06T22:50:00","slug":"white-belt","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/hugotorres.com\/index.php\/2011\/04\/06\/white-belt\/","title":{"rendered":"White Belt"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>My father told me on many occasions that he needed to break my nose.<\/p>\n<p>He felt that by doing so he&#8217;d prevent it from looking awkward should one day someone else break it.<\/p>\n<p>Silvio had this concept that a man must to learn how to fight and defend himself physically from the randomness of life and that is how I came to be enrolled in my one and only karate class.<\/p>\n<p>As we walked into the training center that chilly rainy evening I felt a rush of heat surge through my body and jitters making my hands shake. The first 15 minutes or so were spent on introductions and instructions on the&nbsp;appropriate&nbsp;way to wear the tunic and how to tie the white belt we&#8217;d been assigned.<\/p>\n<p>Then for about 30 minutes we learned a few basic steps and repeated them over and over and over again. The entire time I felt growing hotter, slower, less capable. But he was looking on and expected sharp snaps at my elbows, fists and kicks and made sure I knew it with his cold glare.<\/p>\n<p>It was only during the last few minutes of class where were paired with another child for some simple sparing. I saw the more senior boys pick other boys to practice on and it was finally a brown haired girl who picked me. It was a flawed choice.<\/p>\n<p>With weak knees I stepped on the mat and in mere seconds I was pinned down for the first time. Experience, quickness, and boldness were overpowering and the inner heat I felt just kept on growing.<\/p>\n<p>The instructor thanked us all and sent us on our way. I changed, folded my new uniform and stepped out of the studio to greet my father.<\/p>\n<p>The first strike hit right before we hit the car. Like lighting his heavy hand hit at my ear and sent a shrill noise bouncing in my head. The second was was a hot slap to the face and the third a punch to the chin that felt colder because he wore his heavy detective ring.<\/p>\n<p>I dropped my clothes on the wet floor and felt tears welling up. I didn&#8217;t understand that he was&nbsp;disappointed in my performance and that my lack of talent had&nbsp;embarrassed&nbsp;him in his mind.<\/p>\n<p>We didn&#8217;t talk in the car. We didn&#8217;t talk for a week.<\/p>\n<p>He only broke his silence many a days later when the chicken pox had subsided and I was on the mend.<\/p>\n<p>I suppose I should feel lucky that my nose remains intact.<\/p>\n<div style=\"clear: both; text-align: center;\"><a href=\"http:\/\/3.bp.blogspot.com\/-Mp84fDClqy0\/UQszOBfUq6I\/AAAAAAABjWA\/bV91XR8DwXw\/s1600\/Nose.jpg\" style=\"margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;\"><img loading=\"lazy\" border=\"0\" height=\"640\" src=\"http:\/\/3.bp.blogspot.com\/-Mp84fDClqy0\/UQszOBfUq6I\/AAAAAAABjWA\/bV91XR8DwXw\/s640\/Nose.jpg\" width=\"456\" \/><\/a><\/div>\n<p><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>My father told me on many occasions that he needed to break my nose. He felt that by doing so he&#8217;d prevent it from looking awkward should one day someone else break it. Silvio had this concept that a man must to learn how to fight and defend himself physically from the randomness of life &hellip; <a href=\"https:\/\/hugotorres.com\/index.php\/2011\/04\/06\/white-belt\/\" class=\"more-link\">Continue reading<span class=\"screen-reader-text\"> &#8220;White Belt&#8221;<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[1207,481,1209,1041,1208],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/hugotorres.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/418"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/hugotorres.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/hugotorres.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/hugotorres.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/hugotorres.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=418"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/hugotorres.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/418\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/hugotorres.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=418"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/hugotorres.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=418"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/hugotorres.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=418"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}