Postby Jason Donahue » Wed Sep 01, 2004 12:31 am
I have to agree, Mike.
Many moons ago, when I studied Aikido, my sensei always admonished students against being an "okay uke", ie. simply going along with the technique being performed, but as John said, to "train with intent" - if, while the Uke, you're supposed to throw a punch at the person's midsection, which they then have to deflect and redirect into a jointlock, then don't just execute a punch-like motion, but actually throw a punch! You do your fellow students, not to mention yourself, a disservice by not giving your all, and vice versa.
As for "martial spirit", well, that's something I've pondered from time to time, and I'm still not sure I have a real answer to that. I think Patrick has, perhaps, the basic essence of it, but, I think, perhaps, Jeff said it better when he said "train for war and pray for peace". I think that the threat of reciprocal violence, alone, does not a warrior make, but the idea that, should you attack me, I am prepared to deal with you in a violent fashion in return, may have some bearing.
There's one time I can remember where my "warrior spirit" probably saved my ass. A friend of mine and I were working as computer consultants, and had been flown up to San Francisco by a law firm that was opening a new branch office up there.
Normally, we each carried tactical folders clipped into our pants pockets - while more oriented towards defense, they're also very utilitarian knives, useful for cutting boxes, drywall, Cat 5e network cables, etc. Since this was 2 weeks after 9/11, we'd debated at length as to whether or not to bring them, and, deciding it was better to be safe than sorry, packed them into our check-in luggage, to be retrieved after we landed & left the airport.
It turned out to be a very good thing we had them. The firm we consulted for (& whom I now work for as a regular employee) had made a slight miscalculation when booking a hotel for us. Rather than placing us 5 blocks from the office we'd be setting up, we were 27 blocks away, and on a "parade" weekend, making the cabbies very busy, and cabs therefore impossible to get.
While walking from the hotel (the Radisson on Market St.) to grab dinner, four youths (figure late teens, early 20s or so) wearing baggy clothing often associated with gang members took to following the two of us. When they got to, oh, 15 feet away or so, they drew knives. At this point, we calmly did the same.
The simple act of removing our knives from our pocket, and placing them in our hands, while calmly glancing over our shoulders instantly defused the situation. It wasn't even necessary to "flip" them open yet (I can open my Benchmade 710 quicker than any switchblade I've seen, so I often practice doing so in the process of making my first strike) for the four of them to decide we simply weren't worth the risk to approach - they'd lost the edge of surprise, we were much bigger then they were, and we were prepared to fight, and kill, to defend ourselves. Our "martial spirit" - being prepared to fight and defend ourselves, was enough, in that case, to keep us safe.