I was born weak, became strong and that's my message / legacy to children. This, is part of my fuel. In a presentation and introductory lesson to a group of advanced English adults students in Moroyama in Japan, a lady asked me: ‘What moves you?’ - Justice!, I replied.
Today is March 21st, 2024. Slept quite well but when I opened my eyes at 7:00 AM was feeling deep anxiety and sorrow; my situation has been very difficult for the past weeks – my monthly income, a temporary sick leave pension was suspended in late January, I noticed it when with 3 Euros to my name (some 3.50 bucks) started checking my bank account night, morning and afternoon for those 715 Euro. They never came, mailed the govt., and they said that they sent a notice to my house in October and I never replied – I moved, did try to give new address, but seems it was not recorded.
https://www.givesendgo.com/ninjakidsdojo
I created a GiveSendGo campaign last month, while I sorted situation out. Also moved around for a few odd computer fixing jobs and contacted a client who is a farmer (retiring soon) and uses my software. My little girl and me have had something in our plates every day, the landlord has been very kind to wait and the bank loan I got for the Ninja Kids lesson ( cameras, mats and some basics I needed) is there but went to talk to bank manager.
Last week, a friend on Gab, and 2 days later, Give Send Go Giver Army donated to my campaign. 500 bucks will be in today, tomorrow or maybe Monday. It takes few days for a transfer from US to Europe to come thru. I also got an email from Catalan Govt. saying that most possibly I will be re-instated with my temp. pay at the end of this month. 2 days ago went to pawn one of my computers and got a few bucks.
So, this morning, not knowing when and how much I can count on, a gray and cold day here, just a small bowl of pasta and 1 coffee, I set out to get my bicycle, head to train station and go to my doctor’s office (public health – slow but very good here in Spain).
Before train, I stopped at a cheap supermarket to buy food for today and tomorrow. I was walking thru the huge main isle when suddenly … again!!! … I started losing sight, double vision, vertigo and that horrible feeling that I’m going to fade and pass out. This one lasted some 80 seconds, kept on and headed for train station.
When I got off train, a few stations down the line (doctor’s office location) pulled out my wallet and took my train pass out. Walked w/ bicycle to exit. There were 2 people waiting for someone to open the barrier w/ ticket in order to go out in the bike one, so I went to a normal one.
From nowhere, a nasty looking individual got close to me like waiting to cross behind me. He looked like a criminal, scarred face and deluded eyes. I told him to go ahead, in front of me, he got angry and crossed behind someone else. Then, he waited outside for me, while he used his cell phone like a gun and pretended to shoot me. The lady at the station’s ticket stand was scared and looked bewildered, most people just ignore the ticket evaders and let them pass.
Today, I decided that I’ve had enough of all the scum residing on this planet.
I went out, he started walking and every few steps would turn around and tell me he was going to kill me. One of these times, I started cracking up and he got angry!! Boy, was he angry!! Started walking towards me, I use my black belt to fasten my pants, it’s better than a normal belt. So, I lifted my jacket up and showed him the worn-out black belt, he got the message.
A few steps further he stopped and waited for me, I could have taken a different street, but decided to face him. Last time (a few months ago, something similar happened to me), a moor (raghead) called my dead mother a whore, I pushed and faced the monkey waiting for him to attack; me having an excuse to detain, floor and talk with him. I’ve had some good results talking to these individuals. I stared at him, in front of him for a couple of stations until he fled. I felt really bad for not slapping him and shake him a bit for insulting my dead mother, this for a few days.
So, today faced this goon. I was ready for anything. I told him that for a small quantity, affordable by anyone, he could buy a 4 month ticket (10 Euro), so I don’t let people in who don’t have a ticket. Be them white, black, green or blue. He told me he had the money did not want to pay, and he was going to kill me.
At this point, I parked the bicycle watching my back and went for him. He did not attack, I never attack first. He told me that he is a gypsy and really mean, I told him I have special training and he wouldn’t be the first goon to get special treatment, visit to ER as well. I never threaten, always remain calm but gypsy criminals are something else.
I had a student who is a gypsy, a special units cop – a real gentleman and someone I trust and is loyal. Many gypsies here are scum and don’t want to work, live off stealing. He called me a racist, once again told me to watch my back – I told him he’d be in prison soon. People watching. I laughed. Got on my bike, watching my back.
To my surprise, he was going to the building in front of public medical facility, he was going to report for some crime to court. I followed him inside and he almost ran, all he needed was someone accusing him of some other crime. I had to park bike a few blocks away, went to doctor and back to train station.
There, I met a group of private security personnel I see on the train almost every week. I offered to train them and do some free lessons. I enjoy teaching and training with soldiers, vets, cops and security personnel. One of them told me that he had talked to his boss, so I will prepare something and present it to that company. I also want to ride along a few times with them and observe what threats they face, I know, but I also learn more and more when I walk the streets and research.
A few years back, my lawyer who is like my sister asked me to protect a white woman and help her recover her small son from the gypsies; the young woman had married a gypsy man from a dangerous clan, when she had enough of living amongst them, she tried to take her son. They told her that he had to be raised in gypsy style and would not leave camp. She left but fought via law and lawyers, the gypsy clan set her door on fire, attacked her family; her dad was in bed with a deep depression. We recovered the child, I talked to gypsies, used Verbal Judo and common sense. Today, the kid lives a more or less normal life and lives some time w/ one or the other.
Today, I terrorized a scummy criminal. A new ‘fan’ added to my fan club. Some, are or have been behind bars. I never post my address, phone, etc. Every time I walk certain places, I will not let anyone less than a few feet close to me. I have to start carrying my hanbo (stick) again, when these people attack, they use knives and move in groups like hyenas. Thank God I live in the Bat Cave, which is a remote, undisclosed location.