by Tid Sin » Wed Mar 17, 2010 7:12 pm
Great article, Asmo; very thought provoking. Makes you wonder, "What if.....?"
I'm going to share a similar experience that I'd had in the Summer of 1990. It was about 2 am or 3 am. I had just been abandoned by friends after a night of dancing at clubs (nice friends, huh?!). The next day, I'd found out that the guys in one car had thought I'd hitched a ride with the guys in the other car, et vice versa. Hence, the confusion.
I was walking the streets alone, preparing myself for about a 3-hours walk home. The public transit system to my area was closed by that time and, being a student, I didn't have enough money to take a taxi. Heck, I had some bills but ran out of coins to call anybody.....those were the days before cell phones.
On the section of the sidewalk that I was on, it was perhaps two or three times the width of a normal sidewalk. Up ahead was a man walking towards me, but a fair bit to the side. We locked eyes for a moment, passed and I thought that was it. Then, I heard his footsteps turn around and quickly he walked towards me. I turned around defensively and he'd asked if I could tell him what time it was. I looked at my watch, told him the time, he said thanks and we went our separate ways, or so I'd thought.
After a few steps, I'd heard him turn around again and make his way towards me. This time, he'd asked me if I could give him a cigarette. By the time I'd answered that I didn't smoke, he'd pulled out a knife and demanded that I give him money/my wallet.
Just as Raymond had experienced in the article, I'd instinctively reacted by going for his knife-hand and proceeded to disarm him by breaking both his right wrist and his elbow. The sound and the feeling at the moment of dislocation was gross, sickening, horrific and terrifying, especially with his screams that followed. I felt like vomitting, but I was able to contain myself, I don’t know how.
At that time, I had a black belt in TKD just like Raymond, but I was also trained in FMA & Hung Kuen. The technique was typical to that found in Jujutsu, Aikido, Hapkido & FMA, nothing special or flashy. Very basic, but luckily I did not freeze so I was able to apply it*. I got cut superficially in the process and was bleeding myself. Thank goodness for bandanas.
(*That's the thing about training in MA. You could know all of the techniques or sets in the world but, if you don't have presence of mind and your body freezes, all of your physical training won't help. You won’t even be able to do the beginner’s techniques. That's why I believe in actual freestyle sparring with contact, standing and rolling, as well as practical partner training drills that burn into muscle memory. If you have to think about what you're going to do, you might already be dead so, in such a case, it's best to comply if possible and give up your wallet. I went against my own advice: I should've given up my money, as it can be replaced. My body just took over, that time luckily. I wouldn't recommend that to anybody still. I don't want to test the gods and press my luck again, only if absolutely necessary.)
As soon as he was incapacitated and screaming on the ground, fear & adrenaline took over me. I was young, alone, relatively inexperienced & I didn't expect anything like that to happen (lesson learned: expect the unexpected), although I thought defensively. Although I'd seen some people a few hundred metres away in both directions, instead of calling for help (remember, I had no coins or a cell phone to call from), I ran away like a scared little kid. I'm not ashamed to admit it.....I was fearful for my life, even though I successfully defended myself. I was not a tough guy, just somebody who was grateful to be alive. If I was up against the fastest man in the world that night, I think that I would've outrun him with all of the adrenaline, fear & shock that I'd felt! I left the guy alone with broken bones. The only consolation to my conscience was that I did not use the blade on him, so I'm sure that he got medical attention eventually.
Hours later, I'd made it home and cleaned my wounds. I quietly went to bed and never told my family. I couldn't sleep that night, I was still shaking from the thought of what'd happened. I turned on the TV the next day to listen for any relevant news, but I heard nothing. The area in which it had occurred was a heavy-traffic zone during the day & night, just not that late at night.
Please excuse the long post. Asmo, your post struck a nerve and brought back a memory that I thought had disappeared ages ago. But, it is reality, it is MA-related & it is part of being human. So, thanks again for posting that story that would be beneficial for martial artists of all disciplines to think about.
Peace.