“Can you breathe?” “Yeah.” “Then, don’t panic.” *** I pushed through the door to my kitchen this evening, holding a sweat-soaked gi. I could barely move my shoulder, and my hand was trembling. The kids were doing homework, and my wife was sweeping the floor. “Your head is bleeding,” she said. I was too fatiguedContinue reading “Jiu-Jitsu is Saving My Life”
