Jason Lei

708

11/20/12

            I believe in martial arts. As a young boy I had lots of problems. Most of my problems were all family related. My grandma was frequently fighting with my sisters and my parents. When this used to happen I would hide in the closet and hope for the best of tomorrow. My therapist used to tell me everything was alright and everything is going to be fine, even though most of the time it wasn't. Martial art was there for me because it helped me to get all my anger out on the targets and to control my anger.

            I was seven when I experienced the worst thing that ever happened to me. When I was seven I and my two older sisters used to bother my grandma because we were bored. One day my grandma became so pissed at us she chased after us with a butchers knife. We hid in the closet for so long until my mom came home. It was partially our fault for bothering her but she didn't have to chase us and threaten us our lives. My mother yelled at my grandma until the neighbors called the cops. That day was the day I started to believe that I had to protect my mother and sisters and become the man in the house since my dad isn't home often.

            After two years of none stop yelling and screaming at each other I finally earned my black belt in Taekwondo and won 1rst place in the tournaments we had against the other taekwondo and karate teams. Having black belt made me feel new and I thought since I knew how to fight now that no one can ever hurt my family again, but I was wrong. Over the years after I got my black belt things got even worse. Instead of my sisters and parents yelling at each other constantly my second sister started torturing herself.

            My sister started to cut herself daily because of the rage and pain she felt, that was worse than mine. I thought and thought over again that I was the one that was hurt the most but, my sister has gone through the most. She was beat by my dad back them and ever since then she hasn't been talking to him since.

            I thought as I grew up that life was not fair and we live in the world with crazy people. Martial art has helped me go through the rage and anger I hold inside my heart. It helps me focus that because I am angry doesn't mean others have to suffer.  I believe in martial arts because it helped me go through my pain inside me, because just talking to someone doesn't always help.

 P.S. My dad no longer beats my sister, but they still don’t talk.