Your Right To Feel Secure

Forty odd (and sometimes VERY odd) years ago, I lived over near Los Angeles City College, on a street you didn’t necessarily want to walk down alone at night. My girlfriend (and future wife) Toni and I were walking from our house down to the Seven-Eleven. I was training in Filipino Kali 3–4 times a week down in Torrence, and I’d begun to notice that as I got deeper and deeper into the practice, I started to perceive the world differently. When I looked at people, sometimes they were human…and sometimes they were like silhouettes painted on sheets of glass with all the vulnerable areas marked out in splotches…