A personal note
Okay, I am NOT considering suicide, for many reasons. I know too many people who died too young to ever not live my life for them. Although I will be the first to admit I am living it for myself. Secondly, I am a Buddhist. The particular brand of Buddhism I practice believes that when you commit suicide you will not reincarnate. Also, we believe that if you behead someone they will not reincarnate. That is why many Buddhists wear a small Buddha on a necklace, to protect their head from knife or sword attack. There are specific sword strikes where that necklace is grabbed and pulled off the other person so it is then possible to cut their head off, specifically to prevent them from reincarnating and causing you problems in your next life. It is endlessly complicated. But, as a long-time teacher I have had to deal with many emotionally distraught friends, relatives, and students. Sometimes I could bring them back from the edge, sometimes I couldn't. If only 1 person reads this thread and stops themself from committing suicide, or can help to prevent another's suicide, then it is worth all of our efforts. Martial arts is all about self-respect and dignity, and respect for the dignity of others. Every person is unique and valuable. A long time ago I submitted a poem here called Respect. I think it is time to repeat it. I dedicated it then to Surachai Sirisute's father, Suchat; to Ajarn Pakroo Masamarn; to my father, Clarence Wilson; and to my friend Cyril Madison who was killed in Vietnam. They all taught me about dignity and respect in one way or another. I hope this is not a thread-killer
RESPECT
I have never risen high
And many times have I fallen
I have never succeeded with any dream
But none have I ever forgotten
The me that is inside
Will always remain free
Driven to do the one thing
I know only I can
For know no other way to be
A part of nature's plan
So when the skies are darkest
And my heart is full of tears
I reach so deep to find inside
The strength to face my fears
And carry on; and do; and try
For those sleepers of the forever dark
Who died for me so I might fly
Ever true and pure of heart
Peace - Stephen M Wilson
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