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Teaching young kids the art of Japanese Jujitsu

Yes, I said, “one of the times I broke my foot.”

However, this post isn’t about that. It’s about the lead-up, which was much less fun but equally hilarious. Allow me to paint the picture for you: It’s the mid-nineties, and I had become obsessed with Japanese Jiu-Jitsu and had been training daily for the last few years. I was awarded my Assitant Instructor belt (Brown with Black Stripe) and had taken over operations of Bissett Jiu-Jitsu Downtown and The Executive Protection Group. Ron Bosely was our Head Instructor, and we taught members of the Calgary Police Service, TAC Team, Drug Unit, Constables, military personnel, security teams, bouncers, and members of the public.

I have no idea what this pill did, but I trusted her implicitly and swallowed it down.

My next memory was being wheeled through the hospital ball first. My testicle was still surrounded by blankets like they had built a pillow fort for it, and it was having the time of its life. It was having a ball being wheeled through the busy hospital (I hate myself a little for writing that). The purple pill made everything fluffy and inconsequential, including the embarrassment of my giant ball being paraded through the hospital. And then onto a crowded elevator.

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Michael Dean Dargie

I do cool and weird shit with cool and weird people. Dad, biker, writer, speaker, artist, adventurer, doer of things, teacher of stuff. MichaelDargie.com