The phrase “be prepared” reminds me of the Boy Scouts. Naturally, my having grown up in the 60s, I then can't help but be reminded of song-writer Tom Lehrer's satirical lines,
Be prepared! That's the Boy Scout’s marching song,
Be prepared! As through life you march along.
Be prepared to hold your liquor pretty well,
Don't write naughty words on walls, if you can't spell.
I seem to have been focused on those songs well enough to remember them; but, unfortunately, I apparently did not have the focus to make all the necessary preparations for -- thinking of a few examples -- a truly successful career, financial security, and winning the Nobel Peace Prize. I seemed to have spent my time engaging in activities that, at the time, captured my fancy, usually things that had no practical purpose unless one planned to make a profession out of them. Yet, sometimes even those activities can prepare one for later use in a most unexpected manner.
When I was 17 (was I ever 17?), I found myself in Bozeman, Montana for the summer. I did the usual things, such as hiking, exploring, making friends. I even took a summer class in French, quelle qu'en soit la bonne qui a fait pour moi, whatever good that did for me.
What interested me most, however, was taking classes in judo from the Korean Sang Wu Shin. By the end of the summer, I had the basics well in hand. Of course, I could not identify any useful purpose in it. It just was something I wanted to do. I never had to use it for real self-defense, although it did come into play in an amusing way that following autumn.
Back in high school, I was heading down the hallway when someone ran up behind and trapped me from behind in a tight bear-hug. My response was instinctive and surprisingly effective. I took hold of his arms and quickly dropped my body down several inches to place my attacker's center of gravity higher than mine and so I could spring upward. Then smoothly, I threw him up over my head in a large arc. I didn't really feel threatened, and I didn't wish to hurt anyone, so I set him down gently onto the floor in front of me. He wasn't hurt, but he didn't move for a while. He simply lay there with his eyes as big as saucers.
Once I got a look at who my attacker had been, I recognized him as a student one year behind me. He was pleasant looking, tall, slim, brown hair, and with glasses, hardly a threatening appearance. I didn't really know him well and wondered why he chose to put me into a bear-hug. Of course at that age, I was even more dense than I am now, and it didn't occur to me at the time that he simply wanted to touch me, to hug me. After all, most of us hid such feelings through sublimation – wrestling, teasing, depantsing, and pretend attacks.
After his experiencing such a big surprise being tossed to the floor in a judo-throw, there was no more interaction between us. So, I always have wondered, was his attack just a moment of goofiness? Or, did he really want to hug me? I had the preparation to be able to get out of a bear-hug, but apparently I wasn't prepared to understand human nature.
A post-script: Another guy who witnessed the incident later told me, “I knew you play piano, so I thought you were a wuss. I've changed my mind.”
© 28 July 2015
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