Making a Difference
For most of August, and part of September, I was living and working in Kansas City, Missouri. It's an interesting place, but not really any more special than anywhere in the Midwest. The city is noticeably divided into well to-do sections, business districts, and the ghetto. This isn't unique at all, but certainly not what I was expecting when I set out to travel there.
Lucky me, I was designated to spend my days in the historic Northeast (a.k.a. the ghetto), working for the government, getting to know the people, and ultimately participating in (not to mention getting racially profiled at) numerous September 11th commemorative programs throughout Kansas City. Northeast Kansas City is not wildly dissimilar to Poughkeepsie. It's a wasteland where many people have abandoned hope for lives of crime or drugs. Men with missing limbs and women with a price tag on their zippers are everywhere to be found. Perhaps most depressing is the condition of the children, who daily have to battle with substandard education and a life of poverty. Apathy glows in some of their eyes as does the sad resignation to the notion that they'll never escape. It's a notion I've seen in the eyes of many people I've encountered throughout my life. It's a notion I've even caught in my own eyes at times. One of the programs I was working with was helping "at-risk" youth find alternatives to a life on the street by providing tutoring and educational assistance to them in the after-school hours.
Now kids and I don't always jibe. Despite the Peter Pan ideals I coveted as a child, I lost touch with that innocence a long time ago. Kids smell. They yell and scream for no reason. They pay no attention when you talk to them. They get an attitude with you like they know what they're talking about when they're really nothing more than a glorified piece of blue sky. Yet and still, they are our future. They are the savage little monsters that will someday become the crotchety old men and women that perpetuating the nursing home industry. For whatever warped reason, when I was a kid, I always wanted to be treated like an adult (to an extent) and so, I tend to talk to kids as if they were adults. This doesn't mean that I sling invectives at them and tell dirty jokes, but just that I expect a certain degree of responsibility and maturity from them (absurd, I know) and I occasionally insult them in an…endearing way. So what could a juvenile misanthrope like myself give a bunch of snotty-nosed kids who don't care much about anything anyone has to tell them that they haven't heard or gotten bored with already?
Grappling.
I reasoned, "hey, if I can't talk sense into them, at least I can put them in leg locks." The first batch of kids I dealt with were a pain. One kid in particular kept talking and making WWF references. I smiled wryly and let the sadist in me out. It's permissible as a government employee. But there were at least two kids who were really into what I was showing them. Both of them were middle schoolers and seemingly mature enough to handle what was going on. I set up a curriculum full of basic techniques all having to do with positions and no submissions. I wanted to gauge the level of responsibility in these children before I started teaching them how to maim or kill one another. The only submissions I wound up showing them were self defense techniques. You know, the ones that only work if you're attacked a certain impractical way. But, for the most part, I just showed them the upa, the escape drill, the sit-out, the mount, side-mount, guard, and rear-mount. I rolled with them myself and tapped them out at will for kicks, but didn't bother to explain what I was doing because I didn't want anyone accidentally arm-barring their little sister in a fit of rage.
A couple weeks later, I ran into one of the kids I'd been training again. I asked him how he was doing and he told me, without missing a beat: "I had to use what you showed me last time." I paused and stared at him for a moment, finished up another conversation and then pulled him aside. He proceeded to explain to me that he was outside with his sister and another boy when the boy suddenly got angry about something and called his sister "the B word." Like any red-blooded male, he got in the boy's face and told him to apologize. The boy pushed him and he fell. The boy proceeded to pounce on him, but instinctively, he bridged and rolled, mounting the boy. He then just stayed stable, holding him down and not throwing a single punch. After he told me this, he mentioned how I'd told him the importance of controlling the opponent as a means of winning the fight. He then proceeded to tell me the fight ended when his mom came outside and asked what was happening, causing everyone to jump up and pretend to be friends (and isn't that always the way?).
When I look back at all the techniques I've learned, all the people I've tapped out, and all the amazing feats grappling has made me capable of, none of them measure up to this story. I could beat Rickson Gracie to a pulp and then go twelve rounds with Mike Tyson (two things that'll never happen) and still not be as happy as I was when I heard that little tale. Not only did I help save a kid from a beating, but I also awakened in him the principle of control, even when dealing with something as primal as fight or flight. For once in my life, beyond a shadow of a doubt, I've made a difference. And I didn't do it by being a sneering intellectual or an uncompromising brow-beater. I did it simply by sharing what I know. Keep this in mind next time some "punk kid" walks into your school or even by on the street. You never know who you could change. Happy Halloween and no matter what, keep on rollin'…
Diami J. Virgilio
August, 2002
kneeblock@yahoo.com

Relson Gracie opens new PA Academy
Balance Studios Jiu-Jitsu and Ashtanga Yoga comes to Philadelphia
A new academy teaching Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu, Ashtanga Yoga, Street Fighting and Women's Self-defense opens in Philadelphia.
Under the direction of Relson Gracie brown belts Phil and Rick Migliarese, Balance Studios Jiu-Jitsu and Ashtanga Yoga is located at 115 South 24th Street.
When asked why an academy in Philadelphia? The younger Rick said, "Because it's our hometown." Certified by Relson Gracie as a Jiu-Jitsu instructor, Rick also has a background in boxing and wrestling.
Offering nearly 20 years of Jiu-Jitsu between the brothers, competition preparedness is one aspect of instruction at Balance Studios. The elder Phil offers, "competition is something I don't think you should go into mentality or physically unprepared for."
Rick graduated from the top performing arts school in Philadelphia. Phil, a graduate of Temple University, likes being part of the building of Jiu-Jitsu. He says, "It's more popular now on the East Coast." Rick adds, "Ashtanga Yoga facilitates any sport."
Join Balance Studios for their Grand Opening on Monday, September 16, 2002.
For more information, including class schedule, check out www.BalanceStudios.com or call 215-888-9082.
Gordo Seminar
It is a honor to announce that my Prof.Roberto Correa(Gordo) will be
conducting a seminar in Va Beach on October 5th.
WHO:
Roberto ( gordo) Correa
3rd degree black belt-Gracie barra
WHERE:
GRACIE BARRA-VA Beach-VA
1933 VA Beach Blvd. suite 101
Virginia Beach-VA - 23454
WHEN:
Saturday, October 5th - 2002.
11:00 A.M.-2:00 P.M.
COST:
$60.00
Private classes are also available!
Contact me for more info.
graciebarrava@hotmail.com
gustavojjmachado@hotmail.com
or call me at 757-4772008.
Don`t miss this chance!
Sincerely
Gustavo Machado
Head Instructor
Gracie Barra-VA Beach
www.gmachado.com
www.graciebarra.com.br
FIGHTERS WANTED!
The SportFighting Mixed Martial Arts Championships will take place Saturday, November 9th, 2002 at Marist High School in Bayonne, New Jersey.
Event information:
What: SportFighting Mixed Martial Arts Championships
When: Saturday, November 9th, 2002, Seating starts at 5:00 PM, Fights Start at 7:00 PM.
Where: Marist High School
1241 Kennedy Blvd.
Bayonne, New Jersey