I studied Ju -jitsu and Judo while stationed in San Francisco. My Sen-Sai was the Grand National Japanese Champion several years in a row and later a Soto Zen monk. My barrackmates were trying to convert me to their church. I was trying to convert a pretty navy corpsman in their young adult group. One evening a navy yoeman announced he was a Ka-ra-taa expert and was going to teach all the sisters to defend themselves against godless gentiles. My roommates replied, " Oh Chris here studies judo and buddhism with some monk." Well, I prefer to break wrists not throw them,"came the retort. I stood up in a loose ju-jitsu stance. "Break mine" He went into some contorted pink flamingo stance,screamed and charged me. I threw him onto the hardwood floor, still holding his wrist. I told the group "This is an example of Ju-do, or The Gentle Way." I retreated to a french restaurant. My friend the Matre' de immediately brought me a glass of wine." You've had a bad evening, oui?" I told the story. Within minutes I was getting an impromptu lesson in Savat. Turns out my mild mannered friend was a Legion e'tranger veteran. Martial arts teaches many things besides "breaking wrists." Like,that elderly 5' Japanese man or some french restauranteer can probably break your neck, so be kind to everyone. <img src="images/graemlins/grin.gif" alt="" /> ENJOY!!