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Topic: Illustrate the meaning of “Don’t Try to Walk before You Can Crawl” (without using the actual phrase or literal example). (01/17/08)
By Skittles .
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“What a good class that was,” he said to himself, “Peter, the worlds greatest karate sensei, and the youngest as well.”
Peter had been taking karate for two months and had just got his yellow belt. He believed he could take on the world.
He glanced at his watch. 9:30. He had left his class about twenty minuets ago. He was alone because he was sick of waiting for his mother to arrived. He knew karate and was totally safe out walking.
Peter strode down the sidewalk, boldly staring down alleyways and poking his noise in places were it didn’t belong.
“If I were to get attacked right now,” he thought to himself, “I would whip around and punch the guy.”
His head snapped back. His scallop tingled. He screamed. A loud, gurgling laugh along with the stench of an unwashed body wafted over him. Peter whipped around. He was off balance as he tried to punch his opponent. It was different from fighting in the studio, you would always get to land whatever strike you wanted. He tripped as he tried to retreat. His ankle throbbed when he managed to barely nick the man with his toe.
“Why can’t I do this!” his insides screamed as his feet slid out from under him. Fear and frustration clouded his mind. Footsteps echoed toward him. A loud yelling broke out as a black clad teen jumped out of the alley. Trench coat flying out behind him, the teen leaped at the man in a flying side kick position. When he landed, he spun, throwing a powerful crescent kick. The attacker groaned and stumbled backward. The teen pursued, landing a fist on the man’s belly. He tossed Peter his phone.
“Call the police if you can, I’ll hold his off.”
He turned back toward the street. The adult left.
“Never mind,” Peter’s rescuer said, grabbing Peter’s arm and his phone. He ran.
“My name is Will, what’s yours?”
“Peter,” he answered looking up at Will. Under one eye he had several cuts, he reeked of alcohol. Peter wrenched his arm away, clenching his fists.
“Stop. Don’t jump to conclusions you should know that I’m not going to mug you. I’ve been wandering the maze of alleys since this morning, I was lost. This nasty stench clings to me because I had to defend myself several times.”
Peter continued to walk in the direction of his house, “You are so good! I stink at karate. I mean, I thought I was able, but when he appeared…”
“How long have you been doing karate?” Will asked.
Will reached into Peter’s karate bag and pulled out the yellow belt, “I’ve been doing this sport for two YEARS and I am a green belt. Peter, you cant expect to beat off some guy your first try. You cant just go looking for a fight and expect to win when you’ve only been training for a short amount of time. You got to focus on the small things before you can take on the big things.” Will smiled.
“But you had no problem with fighting,” Peter stated.
“I’ve trained harder, longer, and been in real life situations many times, you’ll get there someday,” Will laughed, “and when that day comes, you might even be able to beat me!"
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